“Plums” by Catherine Savage Brosman They’re Santa Rosas, crimson, touched by blue, with slightly mottled skin and amber flesh, transparently proposing by their hue the splendor of an August morning, fresh but ruddy, ripening toward fall.—”So sweet, so cold,” the …

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“Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, …

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“Dreams” by Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.