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“Kyiv” [by Howard Altmann]
Kyiv I don’t believe in poetrythe poet said to the planttrying to be a treein the rubble of the city. I believe in your assemblythe poet said to the sticks of woodholding up the…
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“Kyiv” [by Howard Altmann]
Kyiv I don’t believe in poetrythe poet said to the planttrying to be a treein the rubble of the city. I believe in your assemblythe poet said to the sticks of woodholding up the…
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W. H. Auden’s “September 1, 1939”
Here it is again: September 1, 1939, eighty-four years later. Can you picture Auden at The Dizzy Club, that "dive" on Fifty-Second Street, (aka Swing Street) on that terrible day when the Germans invaded Poland…
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W. H. Auden’s “September 1, 1939”
Here it is again: September 1, 1939, eighty-four years later. Can you picture Auden at The Dizzy Club, that "dive" on Fifty-Second Street, (aka Swing Street) on that terrible day when the Germans invaded Poland…
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Byron Rushes to Astrology’s Defense
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!If in your bright leaves we would read the fateOf men and empires 'tis to be forgivenThat in our aspirations to be great,Our destinies o'erleap their mortal…
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Byron Rushes to Astrology’s Defense
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!If in your bright leaves we would read the fateOf men and empires 'tis to be forgivenThat in our aspirations to be great,Our destinies o'erleap their mortal…
