Inspiration: Poems

Poem: “Epitaph,” by Merrit Malloy

Poem: “Epitaph,” by Merrit Malloy

When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you. And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give them What you need to give to me. I want to leave...

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Poem: “The Moment,” by Margaret Atwood

Poem: “The Moment,” by Margaret Atwood

The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, knowing at last how you got there, and say, I own this, is the same moment when the trees unloose their soft arms...

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Poem: “Empathy,” by A.E. Stallings

Poem: “Empathy,” by A.E. Stallings

My love, I’m grateful tonight Our listing bed isn’t a raft Precariously adrift As we dodge the coast-guard light, And clasp hold of a girl and a boy. I’m glad that we didn’t wake Our kids in the thin hours, to take Not a thing, not a favorite toy, And we didn’t hand...

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Poem: “The New Colossus,” by Emma Lazarus

Poem: “The New Colossus,” by Emma Lazarus

We originally published this poem three years ago, but today seems like a good day to post it again. The Statue of Liberty was dedicated in October, 1886. The Emma Lazarus poem was added in 1903. Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride...

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Poem: “On Good and Evil,” by Kahlil Gibran

Poem: “On Good and Evil,” by Kahlil Gibran

And one of the elders of the city said, Speak to us of Good and Evil. And he answered: Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil. For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst? Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves,...

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Poem: “Any Morning,” by William Stafford

Poem: “Any Morning,” by William Stafford

Just lying on the couch and being happy. Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head. Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has so much to do in the world. People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t monitor you all the time, and sometimes they...

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POEM: “Unison Benediction,” by May Sarton

POEM: “Unison Benediction,” by May Sarton

Return to the most human, nothing less will nourish the torn spirit, the bewildered heart, the angry mind: and from the ultimate duress, pierced with the breath of anguish, speak of love. Return, return to the deep sources, nothing less will teach the stiff hands a...

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Poem: “Good Bones,” by Maggie Smith

Poem: “Good Bones,” by Maggie Smith

Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a...

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