Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt (born outside of Lexington, Kentucky, 11 August 1836 - died in Caldwell, New Jersey, 22 December 1919) was an American poet from . During her career as a poet, she published some 450 poems across fifteen volumes and in leading periodicals of the day. Her husband, John James Piatt, was also a poet, as well as a federal government employee, eventually serving as an American Consul in Ireland.
that leaf
That leaf tries very hard to turn over
in very little wind. It lifts a corner
and settles ...[read poem]
in very little wind. It lifts a corner
and settles ...
the spell
The job in certain lives has been to find A
way to live with feeling -- for just to B...[read poem]
way to live with feeling -- for just to B...
good girl
Hold up the universe, good girl. Hold up
the tent that is the sky of your world at which
y...[read poem]
the tent that is the sky of your world at which
y...
altruism
What if we got outside ourselves and there
really was an outside out there, not just
our i...[read poem]
really was an outside out there, not just
our i...
the lull
The possum lay on the tracks fully dead.
I'm the kind of person who stops to look.
It was ...[read poem]
I'm the kind of person who stops to look.
It was ...
i must have learned this somewhere
I loved an old doll made of bleached
wooden beads strung into a stick figure.
When the str...[read poem]
wooden beads strung into a stick figure.
When the str...
my god why are you crying?
When someone cries, after making love spills
a pail of tears inside, it is the ache
of yea...[read poem]
a pail of tears inside, it is the ache
of yea...
good-bye hello in the east village 1993
Three tables down from Allen Ginsberg we sit
in JJ's Russian Restaurant. My old friend,
wh...[read poem]
in JJ's Russian Restaurant. My old friend,
wh...
an after-poem
You will read, or you will not read,
That the lilies are whitest after they wither;
Th...[read poem]
That the lilies are whitest after they wither;
Th...
yes
What awful thing will I take on
because you've asked? I can't say no.
Too hard to ask? It'...[read poem]
because you've asked? I can't say no.
Too hard to ask? It'...
have you ever faked an orgasm?
When you get nervous, it's so hard not to.
When you're expected to come in something
other...[read poem]
When you're expected to come in something
other...
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