Editor, The Greensboro Review
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Our harvesting is gladly o’er
Our fields have felt no killing blight,
Our bins are filled with goodly store.
from "A Thanksgiving Poem" by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Our harvesting is gladly o’er
Our fields have felt no killing blight,
Our bins are filled with goodly store.
from "A Thanksgiving Poem" by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Since last our universal thanks were told
We have grown greater in the world’s applause,
And fortune’s newer smiles surpass the old—
from "Thanksgiving" by James Whitcomb Riley
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Since last our universal thanks were told
We have grown greater in the world’s applause,
And fortune’s newer smiles surpass the old—
from "Thanksgiving" by James Whitcomb Riley
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And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
We rarely offer praises.
We sigh for some supreme delight
To crown our lives with splendor . . .
from "Ella Wheeler Wilcox" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
We rarely offer praises.
We sigh for some supreme delight
To crown our lives with splendor . . .
from "Ella Wheeler Wilcox" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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We thank Him that He has created men and women, and ordered that these beings shall always be living to multiply the earth.
from "The Thanksgivings" by Harriet Maxwell Converse
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We thank Him that He has created men and women, and ordered that these beings shall always be living to multiply the earth.
from "The Thanksgivings" by Harriet Maxwell Converse
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And a radiance mild was shed
From each tree that like a taper
At a feast stood. Then we said,
"Our feast, too, shall soon be spread,
Of good Thanksgiving turkey."
from "Thanksgiving Turkey" by George Parsons Lathrop
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And a radiance mild was shed
From each tree that like a taper
At a feast stood. Then we said,
"Our feast, too, shall soon be spread,
Of good Thanksgiving turkey."
from "Thanksgiving Turkey" by George Parsons Lathrop
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To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way,
To carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow.
from "The New-England Boy's Song About Thanksgiving Day" by Lydia Maria Child
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To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way,
To carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow.
from "The New-England Boy's Song About Thanksgiving Day" by Lydia Maria Child
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God to bestow a second benefit.
"Thanksgiving" by Robert Herrick
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God to bestow a second benefit.
"Thanksgiving" by Robert Herrick
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Erogenous zones, they seem to dive
In the direction of those
Dark places, and indeed
It is their nature to be dark
Themselves, keeping a kind . . .
from "Pockets" by Howard Nemerov
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Erogenous zones, they seem to dive
In the direction of those
Dark places, and indeed
It is their nature to be dark
Themselves, keeping a kind . . .
from "Pockets" by Howard Nemerov
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whether directly at home or here,
on this random shoal pleading with its eyes
till it too breaks loose, caught in a hail of references.
I’ll add one more scoop
to the pile of retail.
from "Mottled Tuesday" by John Ashbery
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whether directly at home or here,
on this random shoal pleading with its eyes
till it too breaks loose, caught in a hail of references.
I’ll add one more scoop
to the pile of retail.
from "Mottled Tuesday" by John Ashbery
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like an abandoned building by a bull-
dozer, like the van that missed my skull
happened a two-inch gash across my chin.
You were as deep down as I've ever been.
from "Nearly a Valediction" by Marilyn Hacker
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like an abandoned building by a bull-
dozer, like the van that missed my skull
happened a two-inch gash across my chin.
You were as deep down as I've ever been.
from "Nearly a Valediction" by Marilyn Hacker
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and loaded the camera,
and checked the edge of the knife-blade,
I put on
the body-armor of black rubber
the absurd flippers
the grave and awkward mask.
from "Diving into the Wreck" by Adrienne Rich
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and loaded the camera,
and checked the edge of the knife-blade,
I put on
the body-armor of black rubber
the absurd flippers
the grave and awkward mask.
from "Diving into the Wreck" by Adrienne Rich
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walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-
conscious looking at the full moon.
from "A Supermarket in California" by Allen Ginsberg
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walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-
conscious looking at the full moon.
from "A Supermarket in California" by Allen Ginsberg
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itself but pours its abundance without selection into every
nook and cranny not overhung or hidden . . .
from "The City Limits" by A.R. Ammons
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itself but pours its abundance without selection into every
nook and cranny not overhung or hidden . . .
from "The City Limits" by A.R. Ammons
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or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian . . .
from "Having a Coke with You" by Frank O'Hara
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or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian . . .
from "Having a Coke with You" by Frank O'Hara
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you told me this morning. I think one always wonders,
unless, of course, something is visible: tremors
that take us, private and willy-nilly, are usual . . .
from "Earth Tremors Felt in Missouri" by Mona Van Duyn
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you told me this morning. I think one always wonders,
unless, of course, something is visible: tremors
that take us, private and willy-nilly, are usual . . .
from "Earth Tremors Felt in Missouri" by Mona Van Duyn
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so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster . . .
from "One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop
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so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster . . .
from "One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop
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