Poem-a-Day

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Poem-a-day

^{translated from the Ojibwe by the author}

At the threshold
of melancholy
is a voice barely heard

a light wrapped in fog
and a piece of steel
longing for flint.

Strike it.

Gashkikanokaaning
apii gashkenindaman
agaawaa bapoweyan

waateg gashkaabateg
manidoo-biiwaabik
misawenimaad biiwaanan.

Zisikinebidoon.

Title	Author	Date
Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand	Walt Whitman	03/03/2012
to have been, instead	Stephen Motika	03/02/2012
One Night	Mathias Svalina	03/01/2012
Leap Year Poem	Mother Goose	02/29/2012
Winter Study	Mark Wunderlich	02/28/2012
My Lost Youth	Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	02/27/2012
England in 1819	Percy Bysshe Shelley	02/25/2012
Poem for Leigh Hunt	Prageeta Sharma	02/23/2012
Wild Swans	Edna St. Vincent Millay	02/22/2012
Poem	Cynthia Arrieu-King	02/21/2012