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Birches

SpillwordsMarch 15, 2020

Birches a poem by: Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's ...

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On A Tired Housewife

SpillwordsMarch 8, 2020

On A Tired Housewife a poem by: Anonymous Here lies a poor woman who was always tired, She lived in a house where help wasn't hired: Her last words ...

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And Death Shall Have No Dominion

SpillwordsFebruary 23, 2020

And Death Shall Have No Dominion a poem by: Dylan Thomas And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wi...

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A Clear Midnight

SpillwordsFebruary 16, 2020

A Clear Midnight a poem by: Walt Whitman This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, ...

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Jabberwocky

SpillwordsFebruary 9, 2020

Jabberwocky a poem by: Lewis Carroll 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mom...

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An Almost Made Up Poem

SpillwordsFebruary 2, 2020

An Almost Made Up Poem a poem by: Charles Bukowski I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are sma...

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The Lifeguard

SpillwordsJanuary 26, 2020

The Lifeguard a poem by: James Dickey In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its shadow Mak...

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Life

SpillwordsJanuary 19, 2020

Life a poem by: George Herbert I made a posie, while the day ran by: Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band. But time...

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An Old Life

SpillwordsJanuary 12, 2020

An Old Life a poem by: Donald Hall Snow fell in the night. At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish mounded softness where the Honda was. Cat fed and c...

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Those Winter Sundays

SpillwordsJanuary 5, 2020

Those Winter Sundays a poem by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands...

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The Year

SpillwordsDecember 29, 2019

The Year a poem by: Ella Wheeler Wilcox What can be said in New Year rhymes, That's not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old ...

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Ring Out, Wild Bells

SpillwordsDecember 22, 2019

Ring Out, Wild Bells a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying i...

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The Darkling Thrush

SpillwordsDecember 15, 2019

The Darkling Thrush a poem by: Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening...

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Sailing to Byzantium

SpillwordsDecember 8, 2019

Sailing to Byzantium a poem by William Butler Yeats I That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Tho...

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“Lock down, lock down. We are now on lock down.” The receptionist’s voice came over the school intercom over the incessant buzzing of the alarm bells located in every hall of every phase of the building. I thanked my lucky stars I wasn’t in my regular classroom with my fourth period of thirty-one freshmen. I was teaching my last class of the day in the computer lab of phase five, one of the more isolated wings of the large oddly-shaped school where I’d been teaching for years. There were only seven students in class that day, it being a Friday afternoon ...