“A Walk in March” — Grace Paley

This hill
crossed with broken pines and maples
lumpy with the burial mounds of
uprooted hemlocks (hurricane
of ’38) out of their
rotting hearts generations rise
trying once more to become
the forest
just beyond them
tall enough to be called trees
in their youth like aspen a bouquet
of young beech is gathered
they still wear last summer’s leaves
the lightest brown almost translucent
how their stubbornness has decorated
the winter woods
on this narrow path ice tries
to keep the black undecaying oak leaves
in its crackling grip    it’s become
too hard to walk    at last a
sunny patch    oh!    i’m in water
to my ankles   APRIL

“The Harlem Dancer” — Claude McKay

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“Tired” — Fenton Johnson

tired

“The Debt” — Paul Laurence Dunbar

dunbar

“Daphne” — Edna St. Vincent Millay

daphne

“Hinges” — Shel Silverstein

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Conversation (Tom Clark fragment)

Tom Clark

(From “Bugs Ate This Lake Clean,” collected in Light & Shade).