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    • Poem of the Day
      By Countee Cullen
      If for a day joy masters me,
      Think not my wounds are healed;
      Far deeper than the scars you see,
      I keep the roots concealed.

      They shall bear blossoms with the fall;
      I have their word for this,
      Who tend my roots with rains of gall,
      And...

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      From Audio Poem of the Day May 2024

      By Ted Kooser

    • poem
      By Ariana Brown
      while visiting Templo Mayor in Mexico City, I reckon:

      walking the same land Cortés did/walked/tried to own.

      in the shadow of his Cathedral,
      I shudder.
      Templo Mayor is now a museum.
      are there

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine A Moment of Silence

      By Najwan Darwish
      And what did the Armenians say?

      An Umayyad monk
      spins wheat and wool above us

      Time is a scarecrow




      That’s what the Armenians said



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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine I Am the Coward Who Did Not Pick up the Phone

      By Laura Kasischke
      I am the coward who did not pick up the phone, so as never to know.
      So many clocks and yardsticks dumped into an ocean.
      I am the ox which drew the cart full of urgent messages straight into the river, emerging none the wiser on the opposite side, never looking back at all those floating envelopes and postcards, the wet ashes of some loved one’s screams.

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Necessarily

      By Yona Harvey
      She’s got a hundred & two temperature, delivery room nurses said. You’re
      gonna live, though — long enough to know you’re going
      to go as quickly as you came, gonna make your mother swear by you, going to
      shake your Bible with red-tipped nails before...

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