A Poem for Armistice Day

Grass By Carl Sandburg Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work—                                           I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under...

As I Grow Older, by Langston Hughes

It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun– My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose until it touched the sky– The wall. Shadow. I am black....

Caged Bird, by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his...

Anger’s freeing power, by Stevie Smith

I had a dream three walls stood up wherein a raven bird Against the walls did beat himself and was not this absurd? For sun and rain beat in that cell that had its fourth wall free And daily blew the summer shower and the rain came presently And all the pretty summer...

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