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My Father on His Shield
2023-12-06by Walt McDonald Shiny as wax， the cracked veneer Scotch-taped and brittle. I can't bring my father back. Legs crossed， he sits there brash with a...
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My Father Told Us Stories. . .
2023-12-06by Eula Biss My father told us stories every night about strange little animals that came out in the dark. When my father was away， my mother read us ...
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My Father's Geography
2023-12-06by Afaa M. Weaver I was parading the Cote d'Azur， hopping the short trains from Nice to Cannes， following the maze of streets in Monte Carlo to th...
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My Father's Hat
2023-12-06by Mark Irwin Sunday mornings I would reach high into his dark closet while standing on a chair and tiptoeing reach higher， touching， sometimes fumbli...
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My Friends
2023-12-06by W. S. Merwin My friends without shields walk on the target It is late the windows are breaking My friends without shoes leave What they love Grief ...
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My Heart Leaps Up
2023-12-06by William Wordsworth My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky： So was it when my life began； So is it now I am a man； So be it when I sha...
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My Last Duchess
2023-12-06by Robert Browning That's my last Duchess painted on the wall， Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder， now： Frà Pandolf&#...
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Nothing Ventured
2023-12-06by Kay Ryan Nothing exists as a block and cannot be parceled up. So if nothing's ventured it's not just talk； it's the big wager. Don'...
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by Elizabeth Barrett Browning My letters！ all dead paper， mute and white！ And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose...
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Now I Understand
2023-12-06by Linda Gregg Something was pouring out. Filling the field and making it vacant. A wind blowing them sideways as they moved forward. The crying as be...