Read the excerpt from "Thanatopsis” by William Cullen Bryant. To him who in the love of Nature holdsCommunion with her visible forms, she speaksA various language; for his gayer hoursShe has a voice of gladness, and a smileAnd eloquence of beauty, and she glidesInto his darker musings, with a mildAnd healing sympathy, that steals awayTheir sharpness, ere he is aware.
Read the poem "February 11th 1990” (for Dennis Brutus) by Wanda Coleman.This year the leaves turn red green blackfreedom colors each leafeach stitch of grass. I am amazedat my sweet harvest. The prison door has openedand a nation’s heart is released. I am full having spent my greediness in a ritual of joy.
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