Poem: Yellow Glove

Yellow Glove –Naomi Shihab Nye From Yellow Glove, reprinted in Words Under the Words: Selected Poems What can a yellow glove mean in a world of motorcars and governments? I was small, like everyone. Life was a string of precautions:…

Poem: Morning on the Island

Morning on the Island –Carolyn Forché From The Nation 290:15, 19 April 2010 The lights across the water are the waking city. The water shimmers with imaginary fish. Not far from here lie the bones of conifers washed from the…

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