Ode to Wattles
Sharon Olds
Sharon Olds
W. H. Auden, 1907 - 1973 I sit in one of the divesOn Fifty-second StreetUncertain and afraidAs the clever hopes expireOf a low dishonest decade:Waves of anger and fearCirculate over…
Death Synthetic winds have blown awayMaterial dust, but this one roomRebukes the constant violet rayAnd dustless sheds a dusty gloom.Wrecked on the outmoded pastLie North and Hillard, Virgil, Horace,Shakespeare’s bones…
…. but i would pay taxbecause i believe that hospitals and educationand the arts should be publicly fundedeven this poemwhen i look at you, my eyes are two identical neighborhood…
this poem makes me think about how every year in the history of the world is a pivotal year and how quickly we forget all the monumental things that happen…
By Wilfred Owen 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…