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This Your Home Now by Mark Doty

Travel is a leap into the unknown. It’s a willingness to accept what the world throws at us as we leave our familiar setting. Sometimes, as Mark Doty notes in his poem, this can be unsettling. Sometimes we can lose our familiar setting through no act of our own. April is national poetry month. To explore… Read more »

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September, 1918 by Amy Lowell

September, 1918 This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves, And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open windows. Under a tree in the park, Two little boys, lying flat on their faces,… Read more »

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The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Swing How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside—… Read more »