Your Tuesday poem: Four Sandwiches by Martín Espada theartdivas.com/2018/01/four-s
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And reposting yesterday's poem: Dream-Clung, Gone by Lauren Russell theartdivas.com/2018/01/dream-
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And your bonus poem: An Imaginary City by Mahmud al-Braykan theartdivas.com/2016/04/an-ima
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This was the poem of the day three years ago:
All Good by Maureen N. McLane
theartdivas.com/2015/01/all-go
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This was the poem of the day two years ago:
Portrait of Lucy with Fine Nile Jar by Lucie Brock-Broido
theartdivas.com/2016/01/portra
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This was the poem of the day last year:
Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand
theartdivas.com/2017/01/keepin
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I Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing by Walt Whitman
theartdivas.com/2015/04/i-saw-
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The Emperor of Ice-Cream by Wallace Stevens
theartdivas.com/2014/08/the-em
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I always thought Mr. Stevens was referencing The Eve of St. Agnes with the line. "In kitchen cups concupiscent curds." Keats: "With jellies soother than the creamy curd,"
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Also. The description of the dead woman in Steven's poem echos Keats. "To show how cold she is, and dumb." Keats: "And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep," Or not.

