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The Company You Keep
Chicago is a collection of dreams flickering with hustle and quietude, an empty storefront with a line out the door. The exacting grid, western bound streets, the sun setting, and back-lit signs no longer saying a thing.
That famous triangle, “fast, cheap, good—pick two”, doesn't really apply here. In Chicago, we deliver all thr... See more
Chicago is a collection of dreams flickering with hustle and quietude, an empty storefront with a line out the door. The exacting grid, western bound streets, the sun setting, and back-lit signs no longer saying a thing.
That famous triangle, “fast, cheap, good—pick two”, doesn't really apply here. In Chicago, we deliver all thr... See more
The Company You Keep
We write and publish the McPoem— ten billion served —which becomes our contribution to the history of literature as the Model T is our contribution to a history which runs from bare feet past elephant and rickshaw to the vehicles of space. Pull in any time day or night, park by the busload, and the McPoem waits on the steam shelf for us, wrapped an
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Still I Rise by Maya Angelou | Poetry Foundation
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Good Bones
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The End and the Beginning
By Wisława Szymborska
After every war
someone has to clean up.
Things won’t
straighten themselves up, after all.
Someone has to push the rubble
to the side of the road,
so the corpse-filled wagons
can pass.
Someone has to get mired
in scum and ashes,
sofa springs,
splintered glass,
and bloody rags.
Someone has to drag in a girder
to prop
... See moreOut of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!
Langston Hughes • Let America Be America Again
Mary Oliver Wild Geese
phys.unm.edu
A beautiful poem by Mary Oliver. The last line is 🔥
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like ... See more
Poetry and Ambition
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