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The term "g unit" has been searched for 700 times on the American Poems site since November 22nd, 2004.
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1. Unit, like Death, for Whom? - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 1822 times on American Poems.
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
True, like the Tomb,
Who tells no secret
Told to Him --
The Grave is strict --
Tickets admit
Just two -- the Bearer --
And the Borne --
And seat -- just One --
The Living -- tell --
The Dying -- but a Syllable --
The Coy... (Read full poem)
2. It's thoughts -- and just One Heart - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 1446 times on American Poems.
It's thoughts -- and just One Heart --
And Old Sunshine -- about --
Make frugal -- Ones -- Content --
And two or three -- for Company --
Upon a Holiday --
Crowded -- as Sacrament --
Books -- when the Unit --
Spare the Tenant -- long eno' --
A... (Read full poem)
3. Uriel - written by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Read 3156 times on American Poems.
IT fell in the ancient periods
Which the brooding soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself
Into calendar months and days.
This was the lapse of Uriel,
Which in Paradise befell.
Once, among the Pleiads walking,
Sayd overheard the young gods... (Read full poem)
4. A Little History - written by David Lehman
From Valentine Place.
Published in 1996.
Read 1579 times on American Poems.
Some people find out they are Jews.
They can't believe it.
Thy had always hated Jews.
As children they had roamed in gangs on winter nights in the old
neighborhood, looking for Jews.
They were not Jewish, they were Irish.
They brandished broken... (Read full poem)
5. Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America - written by Richard Brautigan
Published in 1950.
Read 1619 times on American Poems.
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT
The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew
too close together. The creek was like 12, 845 telephone
booths in a row with high Victorian ceilings and all the doors
taken off and all the backs of the booths... (Read full poem)
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