Crown A Poem by Kay Ryan www.poetryfoundation.org Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should fly to. naturetreesmelancholytouch
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Who has seen the wind? A Poem by Christina Rossetti www.poetryfoundation.org Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. The Wind Rises windtreesseeing
But we're not there A Fragment by Alan Jacobs hedgehogreview.com Get your fucking hands up Get on out of your seats All eyes on me, all eyes on me ...But we’re not there. There’s a cheering-audience soundtrack, but it’s fake, Burnham knows it’s fake, he’s the one who put it there. He doesn’t know whether we’re watching, whether our hands are up, whether all eyes are on him. Bo Burnham: Inside