Poem of the Day

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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay....

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She fears him, and will always ask
What fated her to choose him;
She meets in his engaging mask
All reasons to refuse him....

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Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious as if I were French?
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He started with the tune his mother had hummed
in Ohio, nostalgia he’d carried for years,
and by Saturday afternoon he had the words.
A triumph, already; he whistled the banjo’s part....

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I went out walking
in the old neighborhood

Look! more trees on the block
forget-me-nots all around them....

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When you get in on a try you never learn it back
umpteen times the tenth part of a featured world
in black and in back it’s roses and fostered nail
bite rhyme sling slang, a song that teaches without....

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Searching for pillowcases trimmed
with lace that my mother-in-law
once made, I open the chest of drawers
upstairs to find that mice....

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Remember the 1340s? We were doing a dance called the Catapult.
You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade,
and I was draped in one of those capes that were popular,
the ones with unicorns and pomegranates in needlework....

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I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried mole continues blind,
Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die....

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This is not fantasy, this is our life.
We are the characters
who have invaded the moon,
who cannot stop their computers....