INCIDENT ~BY COUNTEE CULLEN
INCIDENT Once riding in old Baltimore,Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;I saw a BaltimoreanKeep looking straight at…
INCIDENT ~BY COUNTEE CULLEN
INCIDENT Once riding in old Baltimore,Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;I saw a BaltimoreanKeep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small,And he was no whit bigger,And so I smiled, but he poked outHis tongue, and called me, “Nigger.” I saw the whole of BaltimoreFrom May until December;Of all the things that happened thereThat’s…
CROSSING THE BAR ~BY ALFRED LORD TENNYSON
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
UNSENDING LOVE ~BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
NIGHT OF THE SCORPION ~BY NISSIM EZEKIEL
I remember the night my mother
was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him
VAIRIATIONS ON THE WORD LOVE ~BY MARGARET ATWOOD
This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It’s the right size for those warm
HOW DO I LOVE THEE? ~BY ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
YOU WILL HEAR THUNDER ~BY ANNA AKHMATOVA
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms.
SUCCESS IS COUNTED SWEETEST ~EMILY DICKINSON
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
THE SPLENDOUR FALLS ON CASTLE WALLS ~BY ALFRED LORD TENNYSON
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
