November 13, 2019

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Nov.07, 2019

    To The One Whom This Is For

    by Sarah Heavren ’21   I remember, Thinking of days gone by, That this started With the blink of an eye.  Before I was ready, Somehow I knew By some way at some time I’d be with you.  You were…

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  • Poetry | Nov.07, 2019

    November’s Dead

    by Sean Tobin ’20 Here, November, warmth retires— Rush to start the Winter fires! Yet the Sun has not retreated And left him for whom It’s needed Without the glow which inspires. And on the dead for which It’s whitest;…

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  • Halloween | Nov.01, 2019

    Ghost Poems

    Does Fear Disappear? By Sean Tobin ’20 Does fear disappear If Stephen King writes it down And Hitchcock films it? Or does fear instead Creep, crawl, and hide deeper down Where you cannot reach?   The Wind Sarah Heavren ’21…

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  • Poetry | Oct.24, 2019

    Plymouth, Four Hundred Years Later

    by Sarah McLaughlin ’23 Tourists converge from Earth’s every corner to see The piece of the past stored on this pebbled beach All paths extending westward from the east Meet here, the first of our nation’s vertices It’s so special…

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  • Poetry | Oct.24, 2019

    Four-Hundredth Fall

    by Sean Tobin ’20 One of mine, but given: Today when I arise And see slow-rolling skies Illuminate what lies This bleak side of heaven, Just one thought do I save— How bless’d this northern shore; The same which fathers…

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  • Poetry | Oct.24, 2019

    Providence

    by Erin Venuti ’20  

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  • Poetry | Oct.10, 2019

    Captive

    by Gabriela Baron ’20   I can’t believe that you did that to her. You wore a mask of false integrity. She was a captive, now unleashed from “sir” Yet sinking back into naiveté. The door is open, but she…

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  • Poetry | Oct.03, 2019

    The Reason

    by Connor Zimmerman ’20 A traveler without a compass. A driver without a map. A pilot without coordinates. A sailor without the night stars. My life is a journey without a destination in sight. Being pushed by a force that…

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  • Features | Oct.03, 2019

    Portfolio Alumni Submissions: What does PC mean to You?

    this place, it felt by Ariana Pasquantonio ’16 Alumna Portfolio Staff like dripping in sun on the lawn, warm bricks, like a top-bunk firework fever dream splitting through closed eyelids, just light and shadows, neat lines on canvas.   We…

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  • Poetry | Oct.03, 2019

    What If?

    by Sarah Heavren ’21 What if we listened Instead of just heard The meaning of Somebody’s words? What if we saw Instead of just looked At pictures Somebody took? What if we cared Instead of just did Whatever we Thought…

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