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 | Death Of A Sperm Whale by Colin Ian Jeffery With her calf she dives Into the darkness a mile below the waves Where the great squid abides Ferocious Goliath monarch of oceans deep. Singing a lilting lullaby to her calf In the darkness she ... Read Full Poem |
| Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tel ... Read Full Poem |  |
 | Honey at the Table by Mary Oliver It fills you with the soft essence of vanished flowers, it becomes a trickle sharp as a hair that you follow from the honey pot over the table and out the door and over the ground, and all ... Read Full Poem |
| The Singing Solar System by Robert Chan, age 10 The Singing Solar System I am the ragged obsidian solar flare that flies in the bright red sky. I am the steaming hot spiky crimson seaweed that soars by my glowing star hands. I am the atom flo ... Read Full Poem |  |
 | Tasting the Wild Grapes by Mary Oliver The red beast who lives in the side of these hills won't come out for anything you have: money or music. Still, there are moments heavy with light and good luck. Walk quietly under these tangled ... Read Full Poem |
| Wilderness by Sharon Olds When I lay down, for the night, on the desert, on my back, and dozed, and my eyes opened, my gaze rushed up, as if falling up into the sky, and I saw the open eye of night, all guileless, all iri ... Read Full Poem |  |
 | Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flig ... Read Full Poem |
| For All by Gary Snyder Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on, sunshine, ice in the shallows, northern rockies. ... Read Full Poem |  |
 | On Top by Gary Snyder All this new stuff goes on top turn it over, turn it over wait and water down from the dark bottom turn it inside out let it spread through Sift down even. Watch it sprout. ... Read Full Poem |
| Gabriel and the Water Shortage by Sharon Olds When the water shortage comes along he's been waiting all his life for it, all nine years for something to need him as the water needs him now. He becomes its protector--he stops washing, till dir ... Read Full Poem |  |
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