Poems
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National Poetry Month: Day 5. “Truth Has Two Faces and the Snow Is Black” by Mahmoud Darwish
Today’s poem is a translation of a poem by the late Mahmoud Darwish by Fady Joudah. It appears in the collection If I Were Another. Truth Has Two Faces and the Snow Is Black Truth has two faces and the…
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National Poetry Month: Day 4. “We Will Never Learn” by Sean Singer
We Will Never Learn Where have these disappeared to, the green ones? Tongues against the darkness are seething.
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National Poetry Month: Day 3. “Speculation, Made to Last” by Jesse Lee Kercheval
Speculation, Made to Last i I warn you this is not a happy story it wanders through the graveyard it wanders near your house
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National Poetry Month: Day 2. “On Language” by Xochiquetzal Candelaria
On Language A blue pail left floating washes up on the pitted rocky shore, wedges between boulders dark as prehistory, a place the utterance goes it alone.
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National Poetry Month: Day 1. Two Poems from W. S. Di Piero
Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project, featuring new, previously unpublished poems by 30 different authors. We kick off the month with two poems by W. S. Di Piero. What Have You Got To Lose? Third floor walk-up, simple…
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“Poem For Dad,” a Rumpus Original Poem by D. W. Lichtenberg
Poem For Dad My brother called me up on the phone and said Hey Dan dad called me up again. He’s worried about you again, man. Isn’t it about time you started doing something with your life? Like, you know,…
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“Every Person in This Town Loves Football” a Rumpus Original Poem by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
“Every Person in This Town Loves Football” Even the nuns come out to watch the boys in their gold and blue. Sister Marita, Sister Anne, and some weeks
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“Family Elegy in a Late Style of Fire,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Kara Candito
Family Elegy in a Late Style of Fire After Larry Levis In the story no one will tell, my Great Uncle Salvatore is an errand boy for the mafiosi and how he ends up on the dance floor of Cocoanut…
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“Eva” by Alison Stine
Only here would snow and low, pale / blossoms mix so easily, blowing foam / which tears at the window, then snuffs / itself out.
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“Stockholder,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Rebecca Wolff
Stockholder This view of the mountain puts me in mind of another view, of a different mountain.
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“Flat-chested Girl from the NGO,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Tom Healy
Flat-chested Girl from the NGO Know that she has the advantage here