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Selections by Josh Hart<\/strong><\/h2>\nstonewall to standing rock<\/em> by Julian Talamantez Brolaski (entire poem)<\/a><\/p>\n who by the time it arrived I Invite My Parents to a Dinner Party<\/em> by Chen Chen (entire poem)<\/a><\/p>\n In the invitation, I tell them for the First Light<\/em> by Chen Chen (entire poem)<\/a><\/p>\n I like to say we left at first light Do not go gentle into that good night<\/em> by Dylan Thomas (entire poem)<\/a><\/p>\n Do not go gentle into that good night,<\/span> You Are So Articulate With Your Hands<\/em> by Joshua Bennett (full poem)<\/a><\/p>\n she says & it\u2019s the first time<\/span> Poem for July 4, 1994<\/em> by Sonia Sanchez (full poem)<\/a><\/p>\n For President V\u00e1clav Havel<\/em><\/sup><\/p><\/blockquote>\n It is essential that Summer be grafted “The people lack of It is essential to remember how cold The Idea of Ancestry<\/em> by Etheridge Knight (full poem)<\/a><\/p>\n 1<\/span><\/p>\n Taped to the wall of my cell are 47 pictures: 47 black<\/span> I have at one time or another been in love with my mother,<\/span> I have the same name as 1 grandfather, 3 cousins, 3 nephews,<\/span> My Father Is a Retired Magician<\/em> by Ntozake Shange (entire poem)<\/a><\/p>\n (for ifa, p.t., & bisa)<\/em><\/sup><\/p><\/blockquote>\n my father is a retired magician<\/span> [untitled]<\/em> by Tatiana Luboviski-Acosta (entire poem)<\/a><\/p>\n once, while on a coke binge,<\/span> This Bridge Across<\/em> by Christopher Gilbert (entire poem)<\/a> “The world is a beautiful place”<\/em> by Lawrence Ferlinghetti (entire poem)<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Villanelle<\/em> by Otto Leland Bohanan (entire poem)<\/a> Death of an Old Seaman<\/em> by Langston Hughes (entire poem)<\/a> Comparison<\/em> by Paul Laurence Dunbar (entire poem)<\/a> It’s a Long Way<\/em> by William Stanley Braithwaite (entire poem)<\/a> Nothing Gold Can Stay<\/em> by Robert Frost (entire poem)<\/a> April is National Poetry Month, and these are poems selected by our student employees. Selections by Josh Hart stonewall to standing rock by Julian Talamantez Brolaski (entire poem) who by the time it arrived had made its plan heretofore stonewall it had not a penny thats not true it had several pennies I Invite MyContinue reading “National Poetry Month Selections From Hardin Library Student Employees”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":157,"featured_media":2957,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"image","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[97],"tags":[364,365],"syndication":[37,48],"coauthors":[39],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2956"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/157"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2956"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2956\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2969,"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2956\/revisions\/2969"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2957"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2956"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2956"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2956"},{"taxonomy":"syndication","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/syndication?post=2956"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.lib.uiowa.edu\/needtoknow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2956"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhad made its plan heretofore
\nstonewall it had not a penny
\nthats not true it had several pennies<\/p>\n
\n seventeenth time<\/span>
\n(the fourth in writing), that I am gay.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n with Chairman Mao himself chasing us in a police car,
\nmy father fighting him off with firecrackers,
\n even though Mao was already over a decade
\ndead, & my mother says all my father did
\n during the Cultural Revolution was teach math,<\/p>\n
\nOld age should burn and rave at close
\n of day;<\/span>
\nRage, rage against the dying of the
\n light.<\/span><\/p>\nSelections by Aiyana Bolar<\/strong><\/h2>\n
\nthe word doesn\u2019t hurt. I respond<\/span>
\nby citing something age-inappropriate<\/span>
\nfrom Aristotle, drawing mostly<\/span>
\nfrom his idea that hands are what make
\n<\/span> us<\/span><\/p>\n
\n to<\/span>
\nbones marrow earth clouds blood the<\/span>
\neyes of our ancestors.<\/span>
\nIt is essential to smell the beginning<\/span>
\nwords where Washington, Madison,
\n Hamilton,<\/span>
\nAdams, Jefferson assembled amid cries
\n of:<\/span><\/p>\n
\n information”
\n “We grow more and
\n more skeptical”<\/span>
\n “This Constitution is a
\n triple-headed monster”<\/span>
\n “Blacks are property”<\/span><\/p>\n
\n the sun<\/span>
\nhow warm the snow snapping<\/span>
\naround the ragged feet of soldiers and
\n slaves.<\/span>
\nIt is essential to string the sky<\/span>
\nwith the saliva of Slavs and <\/span>
\nGermans and Anglos and French<\/span>
\nand Italians and Scandinavians,<\/span>
\nand Spaniards and Mexicans and Poles<\/span>
\nand Africans and Native Americans.<\/span>
\nIt is essential that we always repeat:<\/span>
\n we the people,<\/span>
\n we the people,<\/span>
\n we the people.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nfaces: my father, mother, grandmothers (1 dead), grand-<\/span>
\nfathers (both dead), brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts,<\/span>
\ncousins (1st and 2nd), nieces, and nephews. They stare<\/span>
\nacross the space at me sprawling on my bunk. I know<\/span>
\ntheir dark eyes, they know mine. I know their style,<\/span>
\nthey know mine. I am all of them, they are all of me;<\/span>
\nthey are farmers, I am a thief, I am me, they are thee.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n1 grandmother, 2 sisters, 2 aunts (1 went to the asylum),<\/span>
\nand 5 cousins. I am now in love with a 7-yr-old niece<\/span>
\n(she sends me letters in large block print, and<\/span>
\nher picture is the only one that smiles at me).<\/span><\/p>\n
\nand 1 uncle. The uncle disappeared when he was 15, just took<\/span>
\noff and caught a freight (they say). He’s discussed each year<\/span>
\nwhen the family has a reunion, he causes uneasiness in<\/span>
\nthe clan, he is an empty space. My father’s mother, who is 93<\/span>
\nand who keeps the Family Bible with everbody’s birth dates<\/span>
\n(and death dates) in it, always mentions him. There is no<\/span>
\nplace in her Bible for “whereabouts unknown.”<\/span><\/p>\n
\nwhich accounts for my irregular
\n behavior<\/span>
\neverythin comes outta magic hats<\/span>
\nor bottles wit no bottoms & parakeets<\/span>
\nare as easy to get as a couple a rabbits<\/span>
\nor 3 fifty cent pieces\/ 1958<\/span><\/p>\n
\nand away from my mother,<\/span>
\nmy father drove his car<\/span>
\nacross the sand<\/span>
\nand into the pacific ocean.<\/span>
\nbefore he had done that,<\/span>
\nhe had given away<\/span>
\nall of his possessions,<\/span>
\nand eaten<\/span>
\na steak dinner.<\/span>
\nhe survived.<\/span><\/p>\nSelections by Bushra Moghram<\/strong><\/h2>\n
\nA moment comes to me<\/span>
\nand it\u2019s a lot like the dead<\/span>
\nwho get in the way sometimes<\/span>
\nhanging around, with their ranks<\/span>
\ngrowing bigger by the second<\/span>
\nand the game of tag they play<\/span>
\nclaiming whoever happens by.<\/span><\/p>\nThe world is a beautiful place \r\n to be born into \r\nif you don\u2019t mind happiness \r\n not always being \r\n so very much fun \r\n if you don\u2019t mind a touch of hell\r\n now and then\r\n just when everything is fine\r\n because even in heaven\r\n they don\u2019t sing \r\n all the time\r\n\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n
Selections by Ian Russell<\/strong><\/h2>\n
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\nHow dreary the winds shriek and whine:
\n The trembling shadows grow chill.
\nO soul of my soul, wert thou mine!<\/p>\n
\nWe buried him high on a windy hill,<\/span>
\nBut his soul went out to sea.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nThe sky of brightest gray seems dark<\/span>
\n To one whose sky was ever white.<\/span>
\nTo one who never knew a spark,<\/span>
\n Thro’ all his life, of love or light,<\/span>
\n The grayest cloud seems over-bright.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nIt\u2019s a long way the sea-winds blow<\/span>
\n Over the sea-plains blue,\u2014<\/span>
\nBut longer far has my heart to go<\/span>
\n Before its dreams come true.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nNature\u2019s first green is gold,<\/span>
\nHer hardest hue to hold.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"