Poetry

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anyone lived in a pretty how town

(with up so floating many bells down)

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E. E. Cummings

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She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

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Lord Byron

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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and fumble in the wabe;

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Lewis Caroll

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They say Richard Cory own one half of his whole town

with political connections to spread his wealth around

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Simon and Garfunkel

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Oceans apart day after day

And slowly go insane

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Richard Marx

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O my luve's like red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June

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Robert Burns

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Landlord, landlord

My roof has sprung has sprung a leak

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Langston Hughes

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I, too, sing America

I am the darker brother

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Langston Hughes

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I met a Traveler from an antique land

Who said,"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

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Percy Bysse Shelly

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I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out sight

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Starry starry night

Paint your palette blue and gray

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Don McLean

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Whenever Richard Cory went to town,

We people on the pavement looked at him:

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Edward Arlington Robinson

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To everything(turn, turn, turn)

There is a season( turn, turn, turn)

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Pete Seeger

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To everything there is a season, and a time

for every purpose under heaven:

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Ecclesiastes

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I chopped the house that you had been

Saving to live in next summer

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Kenneth Koch

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I have eaten

the plums

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William Carlos Williams

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Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;

Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see

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D. H. Lawrence

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So much depends

upon

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William Carlos Williams

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I was angry with my friend:

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

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William Blake

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The trick is, to live your days

as if each may be your last

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J. Peter Meinke

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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

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W. B. Yeats

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Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,

Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;

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Edwin Arlington Robison

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The witch that came( the withered hag)

To wash the steps with pail and rag

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Robert Frost

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Some say the world will end in fire;

Some say in ice

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Robert Frost

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Something there is that doesn't love a wall

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

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Robert Frost

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Hosts to species long since departed,

Marked the mastodon

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Maya Angelou

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I'm a riddle in nine syllables

An elephant, a ponderous house

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Sylvia Plath

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she wanted to be the blade

of grass amid the fields

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Nikki Giovanni

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I'm "wife" - I've finished that-

That other state-

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Emily Dickinson

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My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

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railroad yard in San Jose

I wandered desolate

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Allen Ginsberg

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In the desert

I saw a creature, naked, bestial

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Stephen Crane

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Constantly risking absurdity

and death

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Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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The pennycandystore beyond the El

Is where I first

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Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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During that summer

When the purpose of knees

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John Tobias

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

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Robert Frost

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Whose woods these are I think I know

His house is in the village though;

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Robert Frost

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Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

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T. S. Eliot

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in Just

spring when the world is mud-

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E. E. Cummings

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There is no difference between being raped

And being pushed down a flight of cement stairs

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Marge Piercy

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The difference between poetry and rhetoric

is being

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Audre Lorde

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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant

Success in Circuit lies

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Emily Dickinson

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There's a certain Slant of light

Winter Afternoons-

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Emily Dickinson

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We real cool. We

left school. We

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Gwendolyn Brooks

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O' Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!

Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town?

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Thomas Hardy

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She even thinks that up in heaven

Her class lies late and snore

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Countee Cullen

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"Mother dear, may I go out downtown

Instead of out to play,

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Dudley Randall

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The king sits in Dumferling town

Drinking the blude-red wine

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Anonymous

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It fell about the Martinmas time

And a gay time it was then,

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Anonymous

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Slim Greer went to heaven;

St. Peter said "Slim,

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Sterling Brown

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Ah look at all the lonely people

Ah look at all the lonely people

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The Beatles

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The apparition of these faces in the crowd;

Petals on a wet black bough

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Ezra Pound

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The whiskey on your breath

Could make a small boy dizzy

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Theodore Roethke

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Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole

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William Ernest Henley

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Do not weep , maiden, for war is kind

Because your lover threw wild hands towards the sky

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Stephen Crane

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Bent double, like beggars under sacks

Knock kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge

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Wilfred Owen

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Had he and I but met

By some old ancient inn,

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Thomas Hardy

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I know I shall meet my fate

Somewhere among the clouds above

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W. B. Yeats

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It was a lover and a lass,

With a hey, and a ho, and hey nonino

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William Shakespeare

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It little profits that idle king,

By this still hearth, among these barren crags,

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Lord Tennyson

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may have killed the cat; more likely

the cat was just unlucky, or else curious

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Alastair Reid

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A long, long time ago

I can still remember how

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Don McLean

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Do not go gentle into that good night

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

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Dylan Thomas

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Because I could not stop for Death-

He kindly stopped for me-

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Emily Dickinson

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She dwelt among the untrodden ways

Besides the springs of a Dove

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William Wordsworth

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With rue my heart is laden

For golden friends I had,

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A. E. Housman

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The time you won your town the race

We chaired you through the market-place;

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A. E. Housman

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All in green went my love riding

on a great horse of gold

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E. E. Cummings

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The world is too much with us; late soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:

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William Wordsworth

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I knew a woman, lovely in her bones

When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them

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Theodore Roethke

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At 12 years old I started bleeding with the moon

And beating up boys who dreamed of being astronauts

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Andrea Gibson

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What lips my lips have kissed, and where and why,

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Front 73

That's my last duchess painted on the wall,

Looking as if she were alive. I call

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Robert Browning

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Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)

Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of eagles,

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Walt Whitman

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I knew a woman, lovely in her bones

When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them

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Theodore Roethke

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At 12 years old I started bleeding with the moon

And beating up boys who dreamed of being astronauts

Back 76

Andrea Gibson

Front 77

What lips my lips have kissed, and where and why,

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Front 78

That's my last duchess painted on the wall,

Looking as if she were alive. I call

Back 78

Robert Browning

Front 79

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)

Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of eagles,

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Walt Whitman

Front 80

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones

When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them

Back 80

Theodore Roethke

Front 81

At 12 years old I started bleeding with the moon

And beating up boys who dreamed of being astronauts

Back 81

Andrea Gibson

Front 82

What lips my lips have kissed, and where and why,

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

Back 82

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Front 83

That's my last duchess painted on the wall,

Looking as if she were alive. I call

Back 83

Robert Browning

Front 84

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)

Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of eagles,

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Walt Whitman

Front 85

Thou still unravished bride of quietness

Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,

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John Keats

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Well son, I'll tell you:

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

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Langston Hughes

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Well son, I'll tell you:

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

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Langston Hughes

Front 88

The fog comes

On little cat feet.

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Carl Sandburg

Front 89

Well son, I'll tell you:

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

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Langston Hughes

Front 90

The fog comes

On little cat feet.

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Carl Sandburg

Front 91

The Breughel's great picture, the Kermess,

the dancers go round, they go round and

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William Carlos Williams

Front 92

Well son, I'll tell you:

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

Back 92

Langston Hughes

Front 93

The fog comes

On little cat feet.

Back 93

Carl Sandburg

Front 94

The Breughel's great picture, the Kermess,

the dancers go round, they go round and

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William Carlos Williams

Front 95

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

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Langston Hughes

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He clasps the crag with crooked hand;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

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Lord Tennyson

Front 97

Sundays too my father got up early

and put his clothes on in the blueback cold,

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Robert Hayden

Front 98

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

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William Wordsworth

Front 99

Back home the black women are all beautiful,

and the white ones fall back, cutoff from 1000

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Amiri Baraka

Front 100

I walk down the garden paths,

And all the daffodils

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Amy Lowell