M. Alexander
Anne Bradstreet &
Anne Bradstreet
Anne Bradstreet
Edward Taylor
Edward Taylor
Edward Taylor
Mary Rowlandson
Mary Rowlandson
Mary Rowlandson
Christopher Columbus
Christopher Columbus
Jonathan Edwards (Theologian)
Olaudah Equiano
Olaudah Equiano
Phillis Wheatley
Phillis Wheatley
Phillis Wheatley
Phillis Wheatley
Phillis Wheatley
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams
Wallace Stevens
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound & Li Po
H. D. (Hilda Doolittle)
e. e. cummings
e. e. cummings
e. e. cummings
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
Zora Neale Hurston
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Countee Cullen
Countee Cullen
Maxine Hong Kingston
Alice Walker
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
I will not toy with it nor bend an inch.
Deep in the secret chambers of my heart
I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch
I bear it nobly as I live my part.
My being would be a skeleton, a shell,
If this dark Passion that fills my every mood,
And makes my heaven in the white world’s hell,
Did not forever feed me vital blood.
I see the mighty city through a mist—
The strident trains that speed the goaded mass,
The poles and spires and towers vapor-kissed,
The fortressed port through which the great ships pass,
The tides, the wharves, the dens I contemplate,
Are sweet like wanton loves because I hate.