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We Are Going by
Oodgeroo Noonuccal.
They came in to the little town A semi-naked band subdued and silent All that remained of their tribe. They came here to the place of their old bora ground Where now the many white ...
Poem
Wonderfully Made by
Raymond A Foss.
An amazing creationeach one of us,evidence, proof of a designa living creatormolding us, breathing lifeinto the dust, the claythe stuff of earthKnown by the creator, the potterfashioned in the imagefor the creator’s purposes alonewonderfully madeApril ...
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Wanting To Die by
Anne Sexton.
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.Then the almost unnameable lust returns.Even then I have nothing against life.I know well the grass blades you mention,the furniture ...
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With Tears They Buried You Today by
Lucy Maud Montgomery.
With tears they buried you to-day,But well I knew no turf could holdYour gladness long beneath the mould,Or cramp your laughter in the clay;I smiled while others wept for youBecause I knew. And now you ...
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When Memory Is Full by
Emily Dickinson.
When Memory is fullPut on the perfect Lid --This Morning's finest syllablePresumptuous Evening said --
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Wreck Of The Schooner Samuel Crawford by
William Topaz Mcgonagall.
'Twas in the year of 1886, and on the 29th of November,Which the surviving crew of the "Samuel Crawford" will long remember,She was bound to Baltimore with a cargo of pine lumber;But, alas! the crew ...
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What The People Said by
Rudyard Kipling.
(June 21st, 1887)By the well, where the bullocks goSilent and blind and slow --By the field where the young corn diesIn the face of the sultry skies,They have heard, as the dull Earth hearsThe voice ...
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Waiting For The Lord by
Raymond A Foss.
I wait, as the psalmist didfor the guidance of the Lord,for his provision, for his willto be made known to meTo be guided by his strong hand,his still small voiceechoing through the world,meeting me where ...
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Wild May by
Claude Mckay.
Aleta mentions in her tender letters, Among a chain of quaint and touching things, That you are feeble, weighted down with fetters, And given to strange deeds and mutterings. No longer without trace or thought ...
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Wynken, Blynken, And Nod by
Eugene Field.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one nightSailed off in a wooden shoe,--Sailed on a river of crystal lightInto a sea of dew."Where are you going, and what do you wish?"The old moon asked the three."We have ...
