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Warming Her Pearls by Carol Ann Duffy
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Warming Her Pearls by Carol Ann Duffy for Judith Radstone Next to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress bids me wear them, warm then, until evening when I'll brush her hair. At... Read More

Freedom’s Plow by Langston Hughes
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Freedom's Plow by Langston Hughes When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world, He starts... Read More

My Last Duchess by Robert Browning
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My Last Duchess by Robert Browning That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands Worked busily a... Read More

Confined Love by John Donne
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Some man unworthy to be possessor Of old or new love, himself being false or weak, Thought his pain and shame would be lesser, If on womankind he might his anger wreak ;... Read More