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SHORT POEMS FOR ENJOYMENT

Introduction to Poetry – Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem


and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem


and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem’s room


and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski


across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.

But all they want to do


is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose


to find out what it really means.

How to Eat a Poem – Eve Merriam


Don't be polite.
Bite in.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that
may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.

You do not need a knife or fork or spoon


or plate or napkin or tablecloth.

For there is no core


or stem
or rind
or pit
or seed
or skin
to throw away.

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‘Traveler’ – Antonio Machado

Traveler, your footprints


are the only road, nothing else.
Traveler, there is no road;
you make your own path as you walk.
As you walk, you make your own road,
and when you look back
you see the path
you will never travel again.
Traveler, there is no road;
only a ship’s wake on the sea.

Illegal Immigrant – Olive Senior

If I never make this uncharted

passage

one way or another, never tell

my children

their insolvent eyes set me

sailing.

To reach, no ocean’s too wide

for the leap

No depths too deep to

plumbed

No body too shiftless to fit

this dugout.

Nothing Gold Can Stay – Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,


Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.

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Starapple – Olive Senior

Expect no windfall here.

Don’t stand and wait

at this portal between

Shadow and light.

Two-sided starapple leaf

can’t be trusted as guide.

Without force, starapple

won’t let go of its fruit.

Too afraid you’ll discover

the star already fallen

the apple compromised.

The Facebook Sonnet – Sherman Alexie

Welcome to the endless high-school


Reunion. Welcome to past friends
And lovers, however kind or cruel.
Let’s undervalue and unmend

The present. Why can’t we pretend


Every stage of life is the same?
Let’s exhume, resume, and extend
Childhood. Let’s all play the games

That occupy the young. Let fame


And shame intertwine. Let one’s search
For God become public domain.
Let church.com become our church.

Let’s sign up, sign in, and confess


Here at the altar of loneliness.

In A Station of the Metro – Ezra Pound

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:


Petals on a wet, black bough.

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This Is Just To Say – William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Things – Fleur Adcock


There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.

I Lost My Talk – Rita Joe


I lost my talk
The talk you took away.
When I was a little girl
At Shubenacadie school.

You snatched it away:


I speak like you
I think like you
I create like you
The scrambled ballad, about my word.

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Two ways I talk
Both ways I say,
Your way is more powerful.

So gently I offer my hand and ask,


Let me find my talk
So I can teach you about me.

Dreams – Langston Hughes

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
Frozen with snow.

The Sick Rose – William Blake

O Rose thou art sick.


The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed


Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

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The Rose that Grew from Concrete – Tupac Shakur

Did you hear about the rose that grew


from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.

There is no Frigate like a book (1286) – Emily Dickinson

There is no Frigate like a Book


To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human Soul –

“Boats sail on the rivers” – Christina Rossetti


Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier far than these.
There are bridges on the rivers,
As pretty as you please;
But the bow that bridges heaven,
And overtops the trees,
And builds a road from earth to sky,
Is prettier far than these.

The Red Wheelbarrow – William Carlos Williams


so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens

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I Like to Stay Up – Grace Nichols

I like to stay up
and listen
when big people talking
jumbie stories

I does feel
so tingly and excited
inside me

But when my mother say


“Girl, time for bed”

Then is when
I does feel a dread

Then is when
I does jump into me bed

Then is when
I does cover up
from me feet to me head

Then is when
I does wish I didn't listen
to no stupid jumbie story

Then is when I does wish I read


me book instead

From Under the Moon and Over the Sea

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The Eagle – Alfred Lord Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls.

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