Mending Wall, by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have...

Come to the Edge, by Christopher Logue

Come to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It’s too high! COME TO THE EDGE! And they came, and he pushed, and they flew. April is National Poetry Month and every day the peaceCENTER will be posting a poem about walls, fences, edges, borders. . . you get the...

The Mark on the Wall, by Henia Karmel

Praxia Dymitruk, Praxia, Praxia why did you write your name all over the walls? Is this pain written down or resistance to life’s passing? Were you, too, afraid to disappear? Without a sound? No one to miss you because you belonged to no one? Is your name all you...

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