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               PRAYER (I)          by Herbert PRAYER the Churches banquet, Angels age, Gods breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth ; Engine against th’ Almightie, sinner’s towre, Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear, The six…

The Woman At the Washington Zoo by Randall Jarrell The saris go by me from the embassies. Cloth from the moon. Cloth from…(read the rest here)

The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter by Ezra Pound While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo  … (read the poem here)

To a Stranger PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, All is recall’d as we flit by each other,…

“This living hand, now warm and capable” BY JOHN KEATS This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins…

Vesper Sparrows by Deborah Digges I love to watch them sheathe themselves mid-air,    shut wings and ride the …(read the rest of the poem here)

Come slowly—Eden! by Emily Dickinson Come slowly—Eden! Lips unused to Thee— Bashful—sip thy Jessamines— As the fainting Bee— Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums— Counts his nectars— Enters—and is lost in Balms.

I just discovered this article, “Education By Poetry” at one of my favorite online magazines! It seems appropriate as we celebrate poetry at our website all about education….to read this.  

Winter Stars by Larry Levis My father once broke a man’s hand Over the exhaust pipe of a John Deere tractor. The man, Ruben Vasquez, wanted to kill his own father With a sharpened  [read the rest here]

Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing.When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body’s been. We all have reasons for moving. I move…