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(Sports Poem)

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The Journey by Mary Oliver

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Do Not Go Gentle into that Goodnight

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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night- Interstellar Tribute

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(Inspirational )

Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

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The Laughing Heart - Charles Bukowski - A Short Film

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens

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"Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" by Wallace Stevens (read by Tom O'Bedlam)

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(Christmas)

Little Tree by e.e. cummings

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We Wear the Mask by
Paul Laurence Dunbar

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We Wear the Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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We Wear the Mask We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,- This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs?

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The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service

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Litany by  Billy Collins

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You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...
-Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.

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You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goblet and the wine. You are the dew on the morning grass and the burning wheel of the sun.

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Sonnet 29: When, in disgrace with fortune and... | Poetry Foundation

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When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,

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Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost

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Nothing Gold Can Stay - Robert Frost (Powerful Life Poetry)