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And So Forth

For the last day of National Poetry Month, I have compiled some of my favorite poems—never before seen on this website!—that were either very lengthy, or couldn’t be showcased because there weren’t enough days in the month. I have only brushed the very tip of the iceberg—I haven’t even gotten to non-English poems—but I enjoyed sharing every one of these works.

Due to length, I’ve cut most of these works. Click on the links in the poems to read them in their entirety.


“What Do Women Want?” by Kim Addonizio


“Duality” by Tina Chang

Perhaps I hold people to impossible ideals,
I tell them, something is wrong with your
personality, (you’re a drinker, you’re
too dependent, or I think you have
a mother/son fixation). This is usually
followed by passionate lovemaking,
one good long and very well meaning
embrace, and then I’m out the door.


“Dream On” by James Tate

Some people go their whole lives
without ever writing a single poem.
Extraordinary people who don’t hesitate
to cut somebody’s heart or skull open.
They go to baseball games with the greatest of ease.
and play a few rounds of golf as if it were nothing.
These same people stroll into a church
as if that were a natural part of life.


“The Waste Land” by T. S. Eliot

This poem is especially sentimental for me. Every year, the transition from winter to spring in New England is difficult. The snow sometimes lasts until May. Instead of snow, some years there is an extended mud season. Some years, there would be heavy rain. This poem, haphazard with its vivid imagery, reminds me of erratic New England weather and its cruel springs.

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

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I, Too, Sing America

In celebration of National Poetry Month, I will share a poem that I love every day. Enjoy.

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.

Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed–

I, too, am America.

– Langston Hughes


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Mycrophone

In celebration of National Poetry Month, I will share a poem that I love every day. Enjoy.


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Brand Whore

In celebration of National Poetry Month, I will share a poem that I love every day. Enjoy.


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On a Certain Lady at Court

In celebration of National Poetry Month, I will share a poem that I love every day. Enjoy.

I know a thing that’s most uncommon;
(Envy, be silent and attend!)
I know a reasonable woman,
Handsome and witty, yet a friend.

Not warp’d by passion, awed by rumour;
Not grave through pride, nor gay through folly;
An equal mixture of good-humour
And sensible soft melancholy.

‘Has she no faults then (Envy says), Sir?’
Yes, she has one, I must aver:
When all the world conspires to praise her,
The woman’s deaf, and does not hear.

– Alexander Pope


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The Second Coming

In celebration of National Poetry Month, I will share a poem that I love every day. Enjoy.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

– William Butler Yeats


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For the Breakdancers

In celebration of National Poetry Month, I will share a poem that I love every day. Enjoy.


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i carry your heart with me

In celebration of National Poetry Month, I will share a poem that I love every day. Enjoy.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

– e e cummings


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