The Red Sweater
By Joseph O. Legaspislides down into my body, soft
lambs wool, what everybody
in school is wearing, and for me
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Joseph O. Legaspislides down into my body, soft
lambs wool, what everybody
in school is wearing, and for me
By Holly BassWhat is a furious dance?
It is not polite.
Does not shuck and jive or shuffle along.
By Kenneth Carrollwho will come to tell us what we know
that the king’s clothes are soiled with
the history of our blood and sweat
By Philip MetresIn the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
By David KeplingerLincoln, leaving Springfield, 1861,
Boards a train with a salute: but it is weak.
To correct it, he slides his hand away