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those winter sundays by Robert Hayden
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poems that remind me of monet’s paintings
Monet's Haystacks by Robert Bly
Monet's Waterlilies by Robert Hayden
Entering the Kingdom by Mary Oliver
Give Me Your Hand by Gabriela Mistral
Flower-Gathering by Robert Frost
Water and Flowers by Ameen Rihani
Early Spring by Rainer Maria Rilke
Notebook Fragments by Ocean Vuong
[The flowers and my love,] by Ono no Komachi
Love Song by Rainer Maria Rilke
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
the poem is a dream telling you its time by Marwa Helal
Morning Poem by Mary Oliver
The Spring Has Many Silences by Laura Riding Jackson
When Spring by Alberto Caeiro
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Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
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Our Souls Have Grown Deep Like Rivers - Black Poets Read their work
2 x CD, Compilation, 2000
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Those winter Sundays by Robert Hayden
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"We must not be frightened nor cajoled into accepting evil as deliverance from evil. We must go on struggling to be human, though monsters of abstractions police and threaten us."
~ Robert Hayden
[h/t Ian Sanders]
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Recent writers I been introduced to -
Theodore Roethke
Elizabeth Bishop
Robert Hayden
Gwendolyn Brooks
Robert Lowell
W. D. Snodgrass
Eudora Welty
Sylvia Plath
Anne Sexton
James Baldwin
Lorraine Hansberry
Ralph Ellison
Amiri Baraka
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Robert Hayden, US poet, essayist and educator
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We must not be frightened nor cajoled
into accepting evil as deliverance from evil.
We must go on struggling to be human,
though monsters of abstraction
police and threaten us.
-Robert Hayden
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Robert Hayden - Ice Storm
Unable to sleep, or pray, I stand
by the window looking out
at moonstruck trees a December storm
has bowed with ice.
Maple and mountain ash bend
under its glassy weight,
their cracked branches falling upon
the frozen snow.
The trees themselves, as in winters past,
will survive their burdening,
broken thrive. And am I less to You,
my God, than they?
- Ice Storm by Robert Hayden
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Oh that train, ghost-story train
through swamp and savanna movering movering,
over trestles of dew, through caves of the wish,
Midnight Special on a sabre track movering movering,
first stop Mercy and the last Hallelujah.
--Robert Hayden, from “Runagate Runagate”
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needful to man as air, usable as earth;
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Robert Hayden, Collected Poems
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