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We, who were long together homeless, raiseBrick walls, wood floors, a roof, and windows upTo what sustained us in those threatening daysUnto this..

The angel of self-discipline, her guardianSince she first knew and had to go awayFrom home that spring to have her child with strangers,Sustained..

Bavaria, 1946The clairvoyante, a major general’s wife,The secretaries’ sibyl, read the lettersThey brought her from their GI..

1The autumn shade is thin. Grey leaves lie faintWhere they will lie, and, where the thick green was,Light stands up, like a presence, to the sky.The..

Walking back to the office after lunch,I saw Hans. “Mister Isham, Mister Isham,”He called out in his hurry, “Herr Wegner needs you.A woman waiting..

I summon up Panofskv from his bedAmong the famous deadTo build a tomb which, since I am not read,Suffers the stone’s mortality instead;Which, by the..

With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fillThe crevices in grave plots' broken stones.The bees renew the blossoms they destroy,While in the..

I’ll go among the dead to see my friend.The place I leave is beautiful: the seaRepeats the winds’ far swell in its long sound,And, there beside it..

Her unawed face, whose pose so long assumedIs touched with what reality we feel,Bends to itself and, to itself resumed,Restores a tender fiction to..

Before he wrote a poem, he learned the measureThat living in the future gives a farm--Propinquity of mules and cows, the charmedInsouciance of hens..

All winter long you listened for the boomOf distant cannon wheeled into their place.Sometimes outside beneath a bombers’ moonYou stood alone to watch..

How shall a generation know its storyIf it will know no other? When, amongThe scoffers at the Institute, PasteurHeard one deny the cause of..

Love is no more.It died as the mind dies: the pure desireRelinquishing the blissful form it wore,The ample joy and clarity expire.Regret is vain.Then..

Friends and family, big and small,Pancakes make us smile all.Flip, stack, eat, laugh, and play,Happy, happy Pancake Day!

A heart pancake, a star so bright,Funny shapes are my delight!Eat them all — no time to stay,Yummy shapes on Pancake Day!

Drip-drop syrup, slow and sweet,Sliding down my pancake treat.Sticky fingers, laugh and play,That’s how we do Pancake Day!

Jump out of bed, it’s time to eat,Something warm and something sweet.Round and fluffy, bright and brown,Pancake smiles all around!

Mix and pour and flip with care,I can help — I’m standing there!Mom says, “Wow!” Dad says, “Okay!”I’m the chef on Pancake Day!

One pancake, two pancake, three on top,Add some butter — let it drop!Sit, eat, smile, shout “Hooray!”Best day ever — Pancake Day!

Round and warm and nice and sweet,Pancakes are my favorite treat.With some syrup, drip-drop-yay,Happy, happy Pancake Day!

Flip the pancake, watch it fly,Up it goes into the sky!Catch it, stack it, on my plate,Pancake Day is really great!

The table knows our tired hands,The years we don’t explain.We eat, we smile, we don’t pretend,Let sweetness ease the strain.Pancake Day — no need for..

Not every hunger is for love,Or fame, or something grand and loud.Sometimes it’s just a quiet plateThat says, you’re doing fine right now.Pancakes..

No rush today, the clock can wait,The world can hum outside the door.Pancakes cool on ceramic plates,We’ve lived fast enough before.Let life be soft..

We stack our pancakes like our days,Some thin, some thick, some slightly burned.Sweet syrup hides the rougher edges,Butter melts where patience..