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Song Of The Open Road

by Walt Whitman

AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.

The earth--that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;

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The Stone

by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

"And will you cut a stone for him,
To set above his head?
And will you cut a stone for him--
A stone for him?" she said.

Three days before, a splintered rock
Had struck her lover dead--
Had struck him in the quarry dead,
Where, careless of a warning call,
He loitered, while the shot was fired--

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The Poem Of Zuhair

by İbn Abî Sûlmâ Zuhayr

'Does the blackened ruin, situated in the stony ground between Durraj and Mutathallam, which did not speak to me, when addressed, belong to the abode of Ummi Awfa?

'And is it her dwelling at the two stony meadows, seeming as though they were the renewed tattoo marks in the sinews of the wrist?

'The wild cows and the white deer are wandering about there, one herd behind the other, while their young are springing up from every lying-down place.

'I stood again near it, (the encampment of the tribe of Awfa,) after an absence of twenty years, and with some efforts, I know her abode again after thinking awhile.

'I recognized the three stones blackened by fire at the place where the kettle used to be placed at night, and the trench round the encampment, which had not burst, like the source of a pool.

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The Slave Dealer

by Thomas Pringle

From ocean's wave a Wanderer came,
With visage tanned and dun:
His Mother, when he told his name,
Scarce knew her long-lost son;
So altered was his face and frame
By the ill course he had run.

There was hot fever in his blood,
And dark thoughts in his brain;
And oh! to turn his heart to good

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Green Chile

by Jimmy Santiago Baca

I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.

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Recent Women Poems

Existentialism

by Ghairo Daniels

EXISTENTIALISM

And there pigeon lay
blood dripping off tips of feathers
glazed eyes wounded

A passerby filed passed
an angry little boy kicked
venting rage of a lifetime
stuck in a township flat

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Silent Homes

by Ghairo Daniels

SILENT HOMES

Silence
cloak of protection
worn longing for
heaven
sways in dust
settles
wistful
plays hide

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Eve

by Ophelia Raine

Temptress in the garden,
God’s black sheep,
Swayed by the serpeant,
From the tree she’d reap
Forbidden fruit she dared to eat –
The fall of man,
The great deceit.

Sinners are we, so they claim,
Eve took the fruit,

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Der Unterschied zwischen Frauen

by Mario Odekerken

Eine spricht leise,eine laut.
Die eine sucht Stille,die andere die Bühne.
Manche tragen die Welt auf den Schultern,
andere tragen nur sich selbst-mit Stolz.
Sie weinen aus Zorn oder vor Glück.
Sie gehen gerade Wege oder tanzen Umwege.
Keine ist wie die andere,
und genau darin liegt ihre Stärke.

Het verschil tussen vrouwen

by Mario Odekerken

De één spreekt zacht,de ander luid.
De één zoekt stilte,de ander het podium.
Sommigen dragen de wereld op hun schouders,
anderen dragen alleen zichzelf-met trots.
Ze huilen van woede of van geluk.
Ze gaan rechte wegen of dansen omwegen.
Geen is zoals de ander,
en precies daarin ligt hun kracht.