By Zach Czaia
I'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the year
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages…
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages…
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- By D. H. LawrenceThe Last Lesson
When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
How long have they tugged the leash… - By William Butler YeatsI
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children… - By Lev Rubinstein1
Well, what on earth is there to say?
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He knows something, but won’t tell.
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Who knows, maybe you’re … - By Cornelius EadyI’m here
to tell you
an old story.
This
Appears to be
my work.
I live
in the world,
Walk
the streets… - By Melvin DixonOnce teaching English in Ivory Coast
you gave the ritual handshake all around
and someone teased the… - By Kevin PruferThe brutality of those two men
who broke into her apartment
and murdered her boyfriend,
then, as she… - By Solmaz SharifEverywhere we went, I went
in pigtails
no one could see—
ribbon curled
by a scissor’s sharp edge,
the… - By Jim DanielsThe strongest boy in our high school
on the edge of Detroit did not play
sports—he would’ve had to cut… - By George Moses HortonWhat summons do I hear?
The morning peal, departure’s knell;
My eyes let fall a friendly tear,
And bid… - By Lorine NiedeckerNothing worth noting
except an Andromeda
with quadrangular shoots—
the boots
of the people
wet inside… - By Liv Mammone1. Let's just save time—Yes I have seen Rain Man, The Miracle Worker, My Left Foot, or, more recently…
- By Krystyna DąbrowskaUdowodnij, że człowiek
jest / nie jest
kowalem własnego losu.
Temat jednej ze szkolnych rozprawek,
kt… - By Krystyna DąbrowskaProve that a person
is / is not
the smithy of his fate.
Topic of an assigned essay
I wrote for my brother… - By Anne CarsonEventually Geryon learned to write.
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His mother's friend Maria gave him a beautiful… - By L.A. JohnsonThe book from the archive
whispers with handwriting. A gold pen shines
the name of every man,
his every… - By Marianne ChanAyumi never spoke in class, never responded to anyone who talked to her, and I tried talking to her …
- By Michaella Batteni.
i am sitting in sunday school
in a handsewn pink dress and white lace tights
i am putting my hand… - By Tina Boyer BrownImagine the lunchroom,
crowded and wary—
seating charts a welcome apprehension.
Loose-leaf
papers spiraled… - By Wu ShengOut here in the sticks
You rarely encounter such genius:
"Come, come, come to Taiwan U
Go, go, go to…