“To My Dear and Loving Husband” by Anne Bradstreet is a love poem written about her and her husband’s relationship. The poem begins by speaking about how if two people ever became one person, then it was surely them. If a man was every loved by his wife, it would be him. If a wife was ever happy with her husband, then surely it was her and you can compare her to any other woman who feels the same. She goes on to state that she prizes him more than any riches of the world and that her love will never. She says that she can never repay the love of her husband and that she prays he will get his reward in heaven. She ends the poem by stating that even when they are in heaven that they will continue to love each other forever. Continue Reading →
They want to divide us.
They want us to see color,
to see religion, to see ethnicity, and see gender,
to anger us and separate us
so we don’t see the truth
of what really divides us:
money. Continue Reading →
I knew a man who grew up poor
in a small town in rural America.
His parents worked hard and provided
but they still struggled.
This man was molested when he was little
and harassed while at school.
He walked through life with his head down,
his shoulders curled,
and a frown upon his lips. Continue Reading →
“Annabel Lee” is one of Edgar Allan Poe’s most famous writings. In this work, Poe looks at his love, Annabel Lee. Long ago, in a kingdom by a sea, lived a maiden named Annabel Lee who lived to love and be loved by the speaker. The two of them were so deeply in love that the “the wingèd seraphs of Heaven” coveted it. He says that this is why the “wind blew out of a cloud, chilling / My beautiful Annabel Lee” causing her “highborn kinsmen” to come and take her away from him and put her in a tomb. The angels, being not so happy in heaven, envied them and that is why they caused her to die. He says that their love is stronger than anyone wiser or older than him and that there isn’t any angel or demon that can take it away. He says that every night he dreams of his wife and sees her beautiful eyes in sky and all night long he lies next to his wife inside her tomb. Continue Reading →
“I died for Beauty, but was scarce” is a poem in which the speaker is dead. The speaker says she died for her beauty, but that beauty is not common. The speaker then says a man who died for truth is then laid to rest in a room across the way. The man asks the woman why she failed, she replies “for beauty”. The man says they are family. The two then talk until “moss reached [their] lips, / And covered up [their] names.” Continue Reading →
“Ode to Large Tuna in the Market” is about the author walking through the market and seeing a variety of different vegetables but only one fish, and the fish is what catches his eye and admiration the most. He goes on to brag about the greatness of this fish, the tuna. Continue Reading →
This poem is written like a note William Carlos Williams would write for his refrigerator in his doctor’s office for one of the nurses or partners. It is simply an apology letter for eating someone’s delicious plums. Continue Reading →