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I must visit; it’s urgent, can’t they see? How can I grieve after losing your pictures? The bereaved must cling to memories, They say. But what if they aren’t tangible? I know I do remember all your ...

This poem explores all the distances between mothers and their children, the frayed seams between countries and cultures. It is also a poem of love and understanding, as if love is a way to the ...

A light touch and a wry tone are what readers typically remember from the poetry of Alexander Pope (1688–1744), but he was absurdly talented, a man from whom words poured out in meter and rhyme as ...

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Her XLNC in an XTC. Her hair was soft as silk, not YRE, It gave no Q, nor yet 2P to view: She was not handsome; shall I tell U Y? U R to know her I was all SQ. L8 she was, and prattling like A J. They ...