Rembrandt — Self Portrait

A Poem by Gregory Corso
1930-2001

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I, too, sing America.
Langston Hughes

[ In remembrance of the Martin Luther King, Jr. Holiday ]

Langston Hughes [1902-1967] was one of the prominent American poets of the Harlem Renaissance.

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

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“The Homely Labors”
Robinson Jeffers

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Not merely falcon passions and the sweep
And sealike power of love;
Nor yet alone the dreams that dive hell deep
Or fly to heaven above;

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“An Old Man’s Winter Night”
Robert Frost

All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.

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“Pray to what earth
does this sweet cold belong”
Henry David Thoreau

Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong,
Which asks no duties and no conscience?

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The Old Year
John Clare

The Old Year’s gone away
To nothingness and night:
We cannot find him all the day
Nor hear him in the night:
He left no footstep, mark or place
In either shade or sun:
The last year he’d a neighbour’s face,
In this he’s known by none.

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Christmas
George Herbert

Christmas (I)
After all pleasures as I rid one day,
My horse and I, both tired, body and mind,
With full cry of affections, quite astray;
I took up the next inn I could find.

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Nativity
John Donne

Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His well-belov’d imprisonment,
There He hath made Himself to His intent

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The Shepherds Had An Angel
Christina Rossetti

The shepherds had an angel,
The wise men had a star;
But what have I, a little child,
To guide me home from far,
Where glad stars sing together,
And singing angels are?

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Christ’s Nativity
Henry Vaughan

Awake, glad heart! get up and sing!
It is the birth-day of thy King.
Awake! awake!
The Sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.

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