10/3:
Thus she had lain
sugar cane sweet
deserts her hair
golden her feet
"Africa" by Maya Angelou
10/4: "Morning" by Billy Collins
Why do we bother with the rest of the day, the swale of the afternoon, the sudden dip into evening, then night with his notorious perfumes, his many pointed stars?
10/8: The Tyger by William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright in the forests of the night, what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?
10/11: "The Flea" by John Donne
Mark but this flea, and mark in this
How little that which thou deny'st me is:
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be
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