Get into some new poetry by reading poets who share your astrological sign. From Jack Karouac to Dante, there's a poet for all twelve signs - don't read just one because they're all talented!

ARIES - Maya Angelou

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

- from Phenomenal Women

TAURUS - Adrienne Rich

Stone by stone I pile

this cairn of my intention

with the noon's weight on my back,

exposed and vulnerable

across the slanting fields

which I love but cannot save

from floods that are to come;

can only fasten down

with this work of my hands,

these painfully assembled

stones, in the shape of nothing

that has ever existed before.

A pile of stones: an assertion

that this piece of country matters

for large and simple reasons.

A mark of resistance, a sign.

- A Mark of Resistance

GEMINI - Dante Alighieri

Upon a day, came Sorrow in to me,

Saying, ‘I’ve come to stay with thee a while’;

And I perceived that she had ushered Bile

And Pain into my house for company.

Wherefore I said, ‘Go forth – away with thee!’

But like a Greek she answered, full of guile,

And went on arguing in an easy style.

Then, looking, I saw Love come silently,

Habited in black raiment, smooth and new,

Having a black hat set upon his hair;

And certainly the tears he shed were true.

So that I asked, ‘What ails thee, trifler?’

Answering, he said: ‘A grief to be gone through;

For our own lady’s dying, brother dear.’

- Upon a day, came Sorrow in to me

CANCER - Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

- Sonnet XVII

LEO - Charles Bukowski

your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all

lovers betray. it didn' help. you said

you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and

the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying

bench every night and wept for the lovers who had

hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never

heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide

3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you

I would probably have been unfair to you or you

to me. it was best like this.

- An Almost Made Up Poem

VIRGO - Mary Oliver

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do--

determined to save

the only life you could save.

- from The Journey

LIBRA - ee cummings

dive for dreams

or a slogan may topple you

(trees are their roots

and wind is wind)

trust your heart

if the seas catch fire

(and live by love

though the stars walk backward)

- dive for dreams

SCORPIO - Sylvia Plath

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root:

It is what you fear.

I do not fear it: I have been there.

Is it the sea you hear in me,

Its dissatisfactions?

Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?

Love is a shadow.

How you lie and cry after it

Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.

- from Elm

SAGITTARIUS - Emily Dickenson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.

- "Hope" is the thing with feathers

CAPRICORN - Robert Duncan

But even as we leave, your love turns back. I feel

your absence like the ringing of bells silenced. And salt

over your eyes and the scales of salt between us. Now,

you pass with ease into the destructive world.

There is a dry crash of cement. The light fails,

falls into the ruins of cities upon the distant shore

and within the indestructible night I am alone.

- from Passage over Water

AQUARIUS - Langston Hughes

Shadow.

I am black.

I lie down in the shadow.

No longer the light of my dream before me,

Above me.

Only the thick wall.

Only the shadow.

My hands!

My dark hands!

Break through the wall!

Find my dream!

Help me to shatter this darkness,

To smash this night,

To break this shadow

Into a thousand lights of sun,

Into a thousand whirling dreams

Of sun!

- from As I Grew Older

PISCES - Jack Kerouac

But a tree has

a long suffering shapeIs

spread in half

by 2 limbed fate

Rises from gray rain

pavements

To traffic in the bleak

brown air

Of cities radar television

nameless dumb &numb mis connicumb

Throwing twigs the

color of ink To white souled

heaven, with

A reality of its own uses

- Trees

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