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And it was at that age. . . Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when.

--Pablo Neruda, Poetry

Langston Hughes

Let America be America again

Pablo Neruda

If you forget me/Si tu me olvidas

Tonight I can write/Puedo escribir

Clenched soul/Alma apretada

Love Sonnet XVII (from "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair")

Poetry/La poesia

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XIV (from "Sonnets from the Portuguese")

XXI (from "Sonnets from the Portuguese")

XLIII (from "Sonnets from the Portuguese")

Robert Frost

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

 

Last updated 5 September, 2002

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