Read the excerpt from "Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15)” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making
Read the excerpt from "‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers -” by Emily Dickinson."Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -I've heard it in the chillest land -And on the strangest Sea -Yet - never - in Extremity,It asked a crumb - of me.
Read the excerpt from "Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15)” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.And he a little charleychaplin man who may or may not catch her fair eternal form spreadeagled in the empty air of existence
Read the excerpt from "Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15)” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making
Read the poem "‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers -” by Emily Dickinson."Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -I’ve heard it in the chillest land -And on the strangest Sea -Yet - never - in Extremity,It asked a crumb - of me.
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.
Read the excerpt from "‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers -” by Emily Dickinson."Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -I’ve heard it in the chillest land -And on the strangest Sea -Yet - never - in Extremity,It asked a crumb - of me.
Read the excerpt from "Thanatopsis” by William Cullen Bryant. Yet not to thine eternal resting-placeShalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wishCouch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie downWith patriarchs of the infant world—with kings,The powerful of the earth—the wise, the good,Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Read the poem "Not Waving but Drowning” by Stevie Smith.Nobody heard him, the dead man,But still he lay moaning:I was much further out than you thoughtAnd not waving but drowning.Poor chap, he always loved larkingAnd now he’s deadIt must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,They said.Oh, no no no, it was too cold always(Still the dead one lay moaning)I was much too far out all my lifeAnd not waving but drowning.
Read the excerpt from "Not Waving but Drowning” by Stevie Smith.Poor chap, he always loved larkingAnd now he’s deadIt must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,They said.
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