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    • Poem of the Day
      By Michael Miller
      The shirtless man by the ticket counter
      ? has already broken the gloom here, his crowd
      ? ? of two boys and the cashier with the Star of David
      ? ? ? gathered around and mouthing astonishment

      as he tells the tale behind every...

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      By Richard Wilbur
      One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides???
      The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
      On water; it glides
      So from the walker, it turns
      Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you???
      Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.

      The beautiful...

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      By Robert Gibb
      I think he knows I’m alive, having come down
      The three steps of the back porch
      And given me a good once over. All afternoon
      He’s been moving back and forth,
      Gathering odd bits of walnut shells and twigs,
      While all...

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      By David Budbill
      I can feel myself slipping away, fading away, withdrawing
      from this life, just as my father did. When the pain you're in
      is so great you can’t think about or pay attention to anything
      but your own pain, the rest of the world...

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      By Meena Alexander
      I come from the nether regions
      They serve me pomegranate seeds with morsels of flying fish
      From time to time I wear a crown of blood streaked grass.
      Mama beat me when I was a child for stealing honey from a honey pot

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine The Book of Yeezus

      By Julian Randall
      An arrow does its own form of singing I like to believe
      this means nothing? ? ? ? ? is ever too far
      from the bird that it was? ?I tender the dark
      with a hum we cannot die in? ? a legion

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Glosa in Middle Age

      By Kathleen Ossip
      To have arrived here, weighed down with fistfuls
      of calendar entries, unsuitably
      boggle-eyed as if new—
      so these are mountains,
      there is horror, which is the subway line
      where I may lay down my creed
      and when will my breath stop
      acidulating like this?
      Exceed, said 27. In...

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine From "13th Balloon"

      By Mark Bibbins
      Not long ago the Pope decreed
      that unbaptized babies would
      no longer be banished to Limbo
      and that their little souls languishing
      there would be released
      Imagine them getting the papal memo
      and rising in unison? ?unsure
      of ?where to go
      except up? ? ? ?twirling like colossal...

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