The City In the morning the city Spreads its wings Making a song In stone that sings. In the evening the city Goes to bed Hanging lights About its head. ~Langston Hughes In two short lines, Langston Hughes captures the nature of a city. It is a living, breathing creature, a bird, rising from its … Continue reading »
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Rivers Are Children Holding Hands
I came across this wonderful little poem. It appeared in a second grade reading textbook in an article about the life of a poet. To my dismay, the publisher of the book did not include the title of the poem or the year that it was published. Unfortunately, my internet research has failed to uncover … Continue reading »
Afternoon on a Hill
Afternoon on a Hill By Edna St. Vincent Millay I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to show … Continue reading »
