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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHY WE CALL A MANGIARE, by GIANNA WARD-VETRANO
First Line: Since I grew up eating pasta
Last Line: Like my mother. %like my nonna
First Line: Since I grew up eating pasta
Last Line: Like my mother. %like my nonna
Other Poems of Interest...
SONNET: TO SLEEP by JOHN KEATS
TO-NIGHT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON
A SOUL; A STUDY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI
A CHILD'S GRAVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH
THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING
THE THRACIAN by VINCENT BOURNE
EVENING by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE
I WOULD I COULD DANCE by HELEN M. BROUGH
THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE LAST REMONSTRANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON