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World Poetry Day | The Poetry Foundation
Mar 20, 2015 · In 1999, the United Nations Educational Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) proclaimed March 21 World Poetry Day in order to encourages the reading, study, and publishing of poetry in communities around the globe.
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Dulce et Decorum Est | The Poetry Foundation
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Poetry Magazine | The Poetry Foundation
Poems, readings, poetry news and the entire 110-year archive of POETRY magazine.
World War I: Poetry by Year | The Poetry Foundation
Aug 3, 2014 · To mark the WWI centenary, we’ve put together a sampling of poems written in English by both soldiers and civilians, chosen from our archive of over 250 poems from WWI. We’ve also compiled a collection showcasing the poets who served and volunteered in World War I .
If Upon Me in My Garden | The Poetry Foundation
If upon me in my garden, I mouth up sun and die of some bitch seasonally snuffing my golden light, then omen me an open grave and a night knife. But of the body, which will love its maggots back forever, lay this black-eyed bitch on a body farm, and make of me a compost mudding up plump and thick…
The World - Poetry Foundation
I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright; And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, Driv’n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov’d; in which the world And all her train were hurl’d.