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Various Authors, 10/01/2009
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(Illustration by Victor Velez)
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Various Authors, 08/03/2009
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(Photo by Shayan Sanyal, courtesy Wikimedia Commons)
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Various Authors, 07/01/2009
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Pablo Neruda, 06/14/2009
Written on the threshold of the Cold War, as hostilities between the US and the USSR emerged, two countries who had once been strong allies in the war against fascism, the preceding section of this poem by Chilean poet Pablo Neruda spoke of the danger of a third World War and the threat of nuclear annihilation.
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Thomas McGrath, 06/04/2009
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Poet John Berryman.
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Now and again one comes across a poem which seems to have another and perhaps better poem inside it. John Berryman's Homage to Mistress Bradstreet is a work of this sort.
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Various Authors, 06/01/2009
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Combined Sources, 05/01/2009
May 2009 poems include "Free Ehren Watada," by Jack Hirschman, "Poppies," by Maggie Jaffe, and "Work Ethic," by Amy Groshek.
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Combined Sources, 03/31/2009
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Various Authors, 01/28/2009
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(Illustration by Victor Velez.)
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Elizabeth Alexander, 01/21/2009
Praise song for the day. Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.
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Remi Kanazi, 12/30/2008
I never knew death until I saw the bombing of a refugee camp
Craters filled with disfigured ankles and splattered torsos
But no sign of a face, the only impression a fading scream...
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Michael Shepler, 12/10/2008
"Seeds of Fire" the new, Jon Andersen edited anthology from Smokestack Books is the best collection of political poetry since Lowenfels' "Poets of Today" (1965).
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Combined Sources, 11/24/2008
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Bill Witherup, 10/11/2008
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Combined Sources, 10/02/2008
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Yannis Ritsos
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The last day & it's raining.
We hear it on the tin roof--
soft as the tap of the questing sticks
of blind martyrs.
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