TWO STRAWS AND A LONG ISLAND ~BY POETICIA
Two straws and a Long Island
Our eyes met like a breeze of stolen glances
BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH ~BY EMILY DICKINSON
The Chariot [ Because I could not stop for Death ]
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
IF ~BY RUDYARD KIPLING
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
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