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Macbeth

Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee;I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.Art thou not, fatal vision, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? or art thou butA dagger of the mind, a false creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

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Mother’s Day Poem

Mother’s Day Proclamation 1870 by Julia Ward Howe

Arise then…women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
“We will not have questions answered by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage,
For caresses and applause.

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Friday Father Poem

My Father, in Heaven, Is Reading out Loud by Li-Young Lee

My father, in heaven, is reading out loud
to himself Psalms or news. Now he ponders what
he’s read. No. He is listening for the sound
of children in the yard. Was that laughing

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