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Poetry for Peace World Language Week Reading March 27th, 2013

This month our reading was held in Carnegie 10 to accomodate the large number of language classes that had people reading poems in various languages, along with translations. Our featured poet this month was Sam Lagor, a senior at SLU. … Continue reading

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Chinese 104

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तन्हाई (Tanhaai; Urdu — Loneliness)

ख़ुशी का अहसास भी अब बेगाना लगता है; तेरे बिन हर इक लम्हा वीराना लगता है; वही दर-ओ-दीवार, वही कूचा, वही आशियाना; मगर आईने में अपना चेहरा भी अनजाना लगता है; सर्द हवाएं ना जाने किस का पता पूछ रही … Continue reading

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Poetry for Peace Brush Gallery Reading February 25th, 2013

This month’s reading had a great turnout, as there were many poets who came on their own accord to read, and a class full of poets studying Contemporary Irish Literature. There were also many people in the crowd who came … Continue reading

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The Skunk

Up, black, striped and demasked like the chasuble At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tail Paraded the skunk. Night after night I expected her like a visitor. The refrigerator whinnied into silence. My desk light softened beyond the verandah. Small … Continue reading

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We Change the Map

This new map, unrolled, smoothed, seems innocent as the one we have discarded, impersonal as the clocks in rows along the upper border, showing time-zones. The colours are pale and clear, the contours crisp, decisive, keeping order. The new names, … Continue reading

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Mid-Term Break

I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o’clock our neighbors drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying– He had always taken funerals in his stride– … Continue reading

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Fireside

Always there would be stories of lights hovering among bushes or at the foot of a meadow; maybe a goat with cold horns pluming into the moon; a tingle of chains on the midnight road. And then maybe word would … Continue reading

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The Bend in the Road

This is the place where the child Felt sick in the car and they pulled over And waited in the shadow of a house. A tall tree like a cat’s tail waited too. They opened the windows and breathed Easily, … Continue reading

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