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The Moment I Said It

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I Don't Wanna See You Cryin' Aymore

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Adam Melchor - I don't wanna see you cryin' anymore

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I don't wanna see you cryin' anymore Lyrics: I don't wanna see you cryin' anymore / I don't wanna be the reason you can't trust me like before / My head's in my hands as I'm shaking on the bathroom floor / I don't wanna see

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Tourner Dans Le Vide

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tourner dans le vide lyrics and translation

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indila tourner dans le vide lyrics and translation

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english translation of indila tourner dans le vide

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Indila - Tourner dans le vide translation in English | Musixmatch

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English translation of lyrics for Tourner dans le vide by Indila. Il était brun, le teint basané Le regard timide, les mains toutes abîmées Il taillait la p...

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An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

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An Irish Airman foresees his Death by William... | Poetry Foundation

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O Captain! My Captain!

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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head!

It is some dream that on the deck,

You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

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O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman | Poetry Foundation

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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

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Parents Poem

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When people ask how, I say

a fire took them.

And then they look at me like

I'm the most pitiful thing in the world.

So sometimes I just shrug and say

They just died, that's all.

A fire took their bodies.

I can still feel their voices and hugs and laughing.

Sometimes I can hear my daddy

come on over here a minute.

I want to show you something.

And then I see his big hands

holding something out to me.

It used to be the four of us.

At night we went to sleep.

In the morning we woke up and ate breakfast.

Daddy worked for Con Edison.

You ever saw him?

Climbing out of a manhole?

Yellow tape keeping the cars from coming

An orange sign that said Men Working.

I still got his hat. It's light blue

with CON EDISON in white letters.

Mama was a receptionist.

When you called the office where she worked,

she answered the phone like this

Graftman Paper Products, how may I help you?

It was her work voice.

And when you said something like

her voice went back to normal. To our mama's voice

Hey Sugar. You behaving? Is the door locked?

That stupid fire couldn't take all of them.

Nothing could do that.

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Parents Poem by Jacqueline Woodson | Poetry Foundation

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When people ask how, I say a fire took them. And then they look at me like I'm the most pitiful thing in the world. So sometimes I just shrug and say They just died, that's all. A fire took their bodies. I can still feel their voices and hugs and laughing.

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There are Birds Here

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There Are Birds Here by Jamaal May | Poetry Magazine

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More Dangerous Air

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More Dangerous Air by Margarita Engle | Poetry Foundation

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Newsmen call it the Cuban Missile Crisis.

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The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee

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N. Scott Momaday, "The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee" from In the Presence of the Sun: Stories and Poems, 1961-1991. Copyright ©1991 by N. Scott Momaday. Reprinted with the permission of the author and St. Martin's Press, LLC.

Source: In the Presence of the Sun: Stories and Poems 1961-1991 (St. Martin's Press LLC, 1992)

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The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee by N. Scott... | Poetry Foundation

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N. Scott Momaday, "The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee" from In the Presence of the Sun: Stories and Poems, 1961-1991. Copyright ©1991 by N. Scott Momaday. Reprinted with the permission of the author and St. Martin's Press, LLC. Source: In the Presence of the Sun: Stories and Poems 1961-1991 (St.

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So We'll Go No More a Roving

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So We'll Go No More a Roving by Lord Byron... | Poetry Foundation

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On an Unsociable Family

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We've always been out looking for answers,
telling stories about ourselves,
searching for connection, choosing
to send out Stravinsky and whale song,
which, in translation, might very well be
our undoing instead of a welcome.

We launch satellites, probes, telescopes
unfolding like origami, navigating
geomagnetic storms, major disruptions.
Rovers...

By Diane Thiel

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On An Unsociable Family | Poetry Out Loud

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O what a strange parcel of creatures are we, Scarce ever to quarrel, or even agree; We all are alone, though at home altogether, Except to the fire constrained by the weather; Then one says, ''Tis cold', which we all...