Poetic Medicine

By Alice Walker I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape if they are as free as he...

By Don Mattera For James Matthews and Gladys Thomas after their poems were executed The poet must die her ...

By Gustan Koumantaros Once in a while our orbits cross and we dance until the day is night.

Shema Hear, Israel, you are of God and God is one. Praise the name that speaks us through all time. V'ahavta So you shall love what is h...

By Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? D...

By Denise Duhamel I just didn’t get it— even with the teacher holding an orange (the earth) in one hand and a lemon (the moon) in the ot...

One day after another - They all fit. Perfectly.

By Edna St. Vincent Millay The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn't a train goes by a...

By Yehuda Amichai Not the peace of a cease-fire, not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in the heart when the exci...

By Robert Frost The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart  A change of mood And saved...

By Julia Rose Lewis  We are greeting, greedily holding and hugging he and I. I retreat to the beach to read beneath the umbrellas...

By Margaret Atwood This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap...

By William Stafford This is the grip, like this: both hands. You can close your eyes if you like. When I say, "Now," it's...

By Philip Levine  The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands,  An iron authority against the snow,  And this grey monument to...

By Tom Disch   O! wonderful for weight and whiteness!        Ideolog whose absolutes ...

By Kim Addonizio I like to touch your tattoos in complete darkness, when I can’t see them. I’m sure of where they are, know by he...

By Emily Dickinson We grow accustomed to the Dark - When Light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Good by...

By Edward Nudelman   I need their birds and dampened bark. I need their loud swift jingling and I need their rare compo...

I came to the crowd seeking friends I came to the crowd seeking love I found you You dried my tears You shared my happiness I came ...

By William Carlos Williams Snow: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight deeper and deep...