All posts filed under “other people’s poetry

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‘When Adults Talk’ by Mary Ruefle

I am not even vaguely interested, though for a quarter I could be. I was not allowed to move but when my leg went deadI cheered it on in the first place. When they whisper they ought to wear a lead vest.Their lips look like… Read More

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‘God Must Be an Indian’ by Billy-Ray Belcourt

Billy-Ray Belcourt (he/him) is a writer and academic from the Driftpile Cree Nation. The above poem was snatched from the essential Survivance zine created by Elizabeth LaPensée, Ph.D., and R.I.S.E. (Radical Indigenous Survivance and Empowerment). The work available in this series is vibrant, illuminating and… Read More

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‘Shhh’ by Eileen Myles

Shhh I don’t thinkI can afford the time to not sit right down &write a poem about the heavy liddedwhite rose I hold in my handI think of snowa winter night in Boston, drunken waitressstumble on a bus that careens throughSomerville the end of the… Read More

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‘Noir, NJ’ by Paul Muldoon

When I wake up in a strange bed Beside a girl called Pam I try to play the whole thing down And give my name as Sam It’s clear I’m way out of my depth It’s clear that she’s dropped a dime It’s clear that… Read More

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“Ballad of the Savage Tiger” by Li He

No one attacks it with a long lance, No one plies a strong cross-bow. Suckling its grandsons, rearing its cubs, It trains them into savagery. Its reared head becomes a wall Its waving tail becomes a banner. Even Huang from the Eastern Sea,¹ Dreaded to see… Read More

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‘Afro’ by Morgan Parker

from There Are More Beautiful Things Than Beyoncé by Morgan Parker

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“Aubade Sung at Laetare a Year Ago” by Guillaume Apollinaire

It’s spring come out Esther you should Take a walk in the pretty woods The hens are clucking in the yard Dawn’s pink folds are shooting skyward And love is coming to steal your heart Mars and Venus have come back anew They give each… Read More

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‘Magpiety’ by Czeslaw Milosz

The same and not quite the same, I walked through oak forests Amazed that my Muse, Mnemosyne, Has in no way diminished my amazement. A magpie was screeching and I said: Magpiety? What is magpiety? I shall never achieve A magpie heart, a hairy nostril… Read More

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“A Poem Some People Will Have to Understand” by Amiri Baraka, 1969

Source: Baraka, Amiri, and William J. Harris. The Leroi Jones/Amiri Baraka Reader. New York, NY: Thunder’s Mouth Press, 1991. Print.

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“Feminist Modes of Production” by Arielle Greenberg

This poem appears in Arielle Greenberg’s 2015 book “Slice” from Coconut Press. Her work is brilliant, please support her writing.