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“Sonnet 2: Not That I Always Struck the Proper Mean” by Alan Seeger Not that I always struck the proper mean Of what mankind must give for what they gain, But, when I think of those whom dull … Continue reading
I feel just fine, but I called in sick this morning. Once a year or so, I take a mental health day. It’s 11 degrees below zero, so I won’t be able to work in the garden. I work in … Continue reading
“The Cranes, Texas January” by Mark Sanders I call my wife outdoors to have her listen, to turn her ears upward, beyond the cloud-veiled sky where the moon dances thin light, to tell her, “Don’t hear the cars on the … Continue reading
“The Letter” by Dana Gioia And in the end, all that is really leftIs a feeling—strong and unavoidable—That somehow we deserved something better. That somewhere along the line thingsGot fouled up. And that letter from whoever’s In charge, which certainly would have … Continue reading
“Knowledge” by Louise Bogan Now that I know That passion warms little Of flesh in the mold, And treasure is brittle, I’ll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound.
“Recuerdo” by Edna St. Vincent Millay We were very tired, we were very merry— We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable— But we looked into a … Continue reading