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We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
Poem: Catastrophe Is Next to Godliness
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Annie Allen had won Brooks the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1950.
Margo Jefferson • Maud Martha
Ars Poetica #100: I Believe
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anthropomorphically.”
Jessica Anya Blau • Mary Jane: A Novel
THE LEADEN EYED Let not young souls be smothered out before They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride. It is the world’s sore crime its babes grow dull, Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden eyed. Not that they starve, but starve so dreamlessly, Not that they sow, but they seldom reap. Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve Not that
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Good Bones
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