"Houses"-so the Wise Men tell me by Emily Dickinson
"Houses"-so the Wise Men tell me- "Mansions"! Mansions must be warm! Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude …
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"Hope" is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson
"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tune without the words- And never stops-at all- And sweetest…
"Heaven"-is what I cannot reach! By Emily Dickinson
"Heaven"-is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree- Provided it do hopeless-hang- That-"Heaven" is-to Me! The Color, on t…
"Heaven" has different Signs-to me by Emily Dickinson
"Heaven" has different Signs-to me "Heaven" has different Signs-to me- Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Pl…
Arcturus is his other name by Emily Dickinson
"Arcturus" is his other name- I'd rather call him "Star." It's very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm th…
Oluwamarc: Death in My Dreams
Circles of blood graced the terrace that led to ogele's river, could this be an Hunter's handiwork, no it couldn't have been, as I rememb…
Democracy
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right As the other fellow has To stand On my two feet A…
Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or c…
Dreams
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Fro…
Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or c…
Ode To The Confederate Dead by Allen Tate
Row after row with strict impunity The headstones yield their names to the element, The wind whirs without recollection; In the riven troughs the spl…
Last Days of Alice by Allen Tate
Alice grown lazy, mammoth but not fat, Declines upon her lost and twilight age; Above in the dozing leaves the grinning cat Quivers forever with his …
The Mediterranean by Allen Tate,
Quen das finem, rex magne, dolorum? Where we went in the boat was a long bay a slingshot wide, walled in by towering stone-- Peaked margin of antiqui…
Download the full text of The Crucible by Arthur Miller
small upper bedroom in the home of Reverend Samuel Parris, Salem, Massachusetts, in the spring of the year 1692. There is a narrow window at the left…
Gerontion by T. S. Elliott
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, wait…
The Waste Land by T S Elliott
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring …
Snake by D H Lawrence
Snake A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink there. In the deep, strange-scented shade of the gre…
Piano by D. H Lawrence
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the…
Design by Robert Frost
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth -- Assorted characters of dea…
An Old Man's Winter Night by Robert Frost
All out-of-doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars That gathers on the pane in empty rooms What kept his eyes …