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Kae Tempest: ‘Man Down’

Kae Tempest: ‘Man Down’

Let it be known: no man is entirely alone No man is a man all through. I’ve seen you. Shivering. Fleeting weakness. Cold rain scuffing its…
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Tania Sheko
Pauli Murray: ‘To the Oppressors’

Pauli Murray: ‘To the Oppressors’

Now you are strong And we are but grapes aching with ripeness. Crush us! Squeeze from us all the brave life Contained in these full skins…
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Emily Dickinson: ‘My Life Had Stood — a Loaded Gun (764)’

Emily Dickinson: ‘My Life Had Stood — a Loaded Gun (764)’

My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun - In Corners — till a Day The Owner passed — identified - And carried Me away -
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Attar: ‘Ghazal 18’

Attar: ‘Ghazal 18’

The word of Love is nothing but allusion.  Love is not bound by poetic metaphors.
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Ahmad Shamlou: ‘The Fish’

Ahmad Shamlou: ‘The Fish’

I think my heart has never been like this so warm and red.   I feel even in the worst moments of this fatal night several thousand…
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Abduqadir Jalalidin: ‘No Road Back Home’

Abduqadir Jalalidin: ‘No Road Back Home’

In this forgotten place I have no lover’s touch Each night brings darker dreams, I have no amulet My life is all I ask, I have no other…
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James Tate: ‘On the Subject of Doctors’

James Tate: ‘On the Subject of Doctors’

I like to see doctors cough. What kind of human being would grab all your money just when you’re down? I’m not saying they enjoy this…
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Sean M. Whelan: ‘When Will We Be Well?’

Sean M. Whelan: ‘When Will We Be Well?’

The doctor on the television tells me the cure is coming But it’s a game that only works  If everybody plays But I know that they won’t…
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John Gillespie Magee: ‘High Flight’

John Gillespie Magee: ‘High Flight’

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling…
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David Rowbotham: ‘Baghdad & Manhattan’

David Rowbotham: ‘Baghdad & Manhattan’

Death is a tiny cough. The marble of the music in the palaces and tents breeds its day, burning like Manhattan.
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