{"product_id":"collected-poems-isbn-9780807026526","title":"Collected Poems","description":"\u003cb\u003eWinner Gish Prize for Lifetime Achievement\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA representative collection of the life work of the much-honored poet and a founder of the Black Arts movement, spanning the 4 decades of her literary career.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGathering highlights from all of Sonia Sanchez’s poetry, this compilation is sure to inspire love and community engagement among her legions of fans. Beginning with her earliest work, including poems from her first volume, \u003ci\u003eHomecoming\u003c\/i\u003e (1969), through to 2019, the poet has collected her favorite work in all forms of verse, from Haiku to excerpts from book-length narratives. Her lifelong dedication to the causes of Black liberation, social equality, and women’s rights is evident throughout, as is her special attention to youth in poems addressed to children and young adults.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Maya Angelou so aptly put it: “Sonia Sanchez is a lion in literature’s forest. When she writes she roars, and when she sleeps other creatures walk gingerly.”\u003cb\u003e1.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eHome Coming\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ehomecoming\u003cbr\u003epoem at thirty\u003cbr\u003enigger\u003cbr\u003eblack magic\u003cbr\u003esummary\u003cbr\u003emalcolm\u003cbr\u003esmall comment\u003cbr\u003ethe final solution\/\u003cbr\u003eto CHucK\u003cbr\u003epoem for \u003ci\u003edcs 8th graders—1966–67\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003edefinition for blk\/children\u003cbr\u003eMemorial [1. The supremes—cuz they dead . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eMemorial [2. bobby hutton . . . ]\u003cbr\u003epersonal letter no. 2\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e2.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eWe a BaddDDD People\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSURVIVAL POEMS\u003cbr\u003ea poem for my father\u003cbr\u003eblk \/ rhetoric\u003cbr\u003epersonal letter no. 3\u003cbr\u003etelevision \/ poem\u003cbr\u003eright on: wite america 1\u003cbr\u003eright on: wite america 2\u003cbr\u003eright on: wite america 3\u003cbr\u003eright on: wite america 4\u003cbr\u003ein the courtroom\u003cbr\u003esummer words of a sistuh addict\u003cbr\u003eon watching a world series game\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLOVE\/SONG\/CHANTS\u003cbr\u003e10:15 am — April 27, 1969 poem\u003cbr\u003elast poem i’m gonna write bout us\u003cbr\u003efor our lady\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTCB\/EN POEMS\u003cbr\u003e“To Fanon, culture meant only one thing . . .”\u003cbr\u003ewhy i don’t get high on shit\u003cbr\u003esunday \/ evening at gwen’s\u003cbr\u003e—a poem for nina simone to put some music to and blow our nigguh \/ minds—\u003cbr\u003ea ballad for stirling street (to be sung) \u003ci\u003eFor Amina and Amira Baraka\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003enow poem.  for us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e3.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eLove Poems\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhy\u003cbr\u003ePoem No. 1\u003cbr\u003eJuly\u003cbr\u003eFather and Daughter\u003cbr\u003eHaiku \u003ci\u003efrom a husband\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePoem No. 3\u003cbr\u003ePoem No. 4\u003cbr\u003eMagic\u003cbr\u003eWords\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [we grow up my love . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eAfter the fifth day\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [Was it yesterday . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [O i am so sad, i . . . ]\u003cbr\u003ePrelude to Nothing\u003cbr\u003eBlues\u003cbr\u003eKaleidoscope\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [o i was wide and . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eBallad \u003ci\u003e(after the spanish)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePoem No. 7\u003cbr\u003eSequences\u003cbr\u003eOld Words\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [if i had known, if . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eTo You\/Who Almost Turned\/Me On\u003cbr\u003eFormula\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [there are things sadder . . . ]\u003cbr\u003ePoem No. 8\u003cbr\u003ePoem No. 10\u003cbr\u003eWelcome home. my prince\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [your love was a port . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i could love you Black . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eI Have Walked a Long Time\u003cbr\u003eHey There\u003cbr\u003eA Blk\/Woman\/Speaks\u003cbr\u003ePoem No. 12\u003cbr\u003eHaiku (written from Peking)\u003cbr\u003eDepression\u003cbr\u003eListening to Jimmy Garrison\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [in your wet season . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [O this day like an . . . ]\u003cbr\u003ePoem No. 15\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e4.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eA Blues Book for Blue Black Magical Women\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePAST\u003cbr\u003e[COME into Black geography . . . ]\u003cbr\u003e1. woman\u003cbr\u003e2. earth mother\u003cbr\u003e3. young\/black\/girl\u003cbr\u003e4. young womanhood\u003cbr\u003e5. womanhood\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePRESENT\u003cbr\u003e1 [THIS woman vomiting her . . . ]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eREBIRTH\u003cbr\u003e[WHEN i stepped off the plane i knew i was home . . . ]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e5.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eIt’s a New Day\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003epoems for young brothas and sistahs\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor Morani\/Mungu\/Meusi\u003cbr\u003eWords for Kali and Poochie\u003cbr\u003eWords for Geoffrey and Stephanie Hamilton\u003cbr\u003eCity Songs\u003cbr\u003eto P. J. (2 yrs old who sed write a poem for me in  Portland, Oregon)\u003cbr\u003eWhen we come\u003cbr\u003eWe Can Be\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e6.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eI’ve Been a Woman\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(Haikus \/ Tankas \u0026amp; Other Love Syllables)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e7.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eUnder a Soprano Sky\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEGINNINGS\u003cbr\u003eUnder a Soprano Sky\u003cbr\u003e(section 1) \u003ci\u003eA poem for my brother\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eelegy \u003ci\u003efor MOVE and Philadelphia\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePoem\u003cbr\u003eMorning raga: 6\/28\/84\u003cbr\u003ePhiladelphia: Spring, 1985\u003cbr\u003eAt the Gallery of La Casa de Las Americas, Habana. Dec. 1984\u003cbr\u003ehaiku \u003ci\u003efor morani and mungu\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e3 x 3 shigeko: a hiroshima maiden speaks:\u003cbr\u003e3 x 3 Carl: a Black man Speaks:\u003cbr\u003e3 x 3 the poet: speaks after silence:\u003cbr\u003einsomnia\u003cbr\u003e“There is no news from Auschwitz”\u003cbr\u003equestion \u003ci\u003efor mrs. rinaldi\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewords \u003ci\u003efor mr. and mrs. rinaldi\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe inmate\u003cbr\u003eLast recording session\/for papa Joe\u003cbr\u003etanka \u003ci\u003efor papa Joe Jones who used to toss me up to the sky\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003ehaiku (walking in the rain in Guyana)\u003cbr\u003eon listening to Malcolm’s Ballot or The Bullet\u003cbr\u003eSong No. 3 \u003ci\u003efor 2nd \u0026amp; 3rd grade sisters\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDear Mama,\u003cbr\u003eFall\u003cbr\u003eshort poem: at midnight\u003cbr\u003eshort poem 3\u003cbr\u003ehaiku \u003ci\u003efor mungu and morani and the children of soweto\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003ehaiku \u003ci\u003efor john brown\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA poem for my most Intelligent 10:30 am Class\/ Fall, 1985\u003cbr\u003eHaiku \u003ci\u003efor Paul Robeson\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfrica Poem No. 4\u003cbr\u003estyle no. 1\u003cbr\u003eGraduation Notes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e8.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eGenerations\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom a Black Feminist Conference Reflections on Margaret Walker: Poet\u003cbr\u003eReflections After the June 12th March for Disarmament\u003cbr\u003eA Poem of Praise \u003ci\u003efor Gerald Penny . . .\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFather and Daughter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e9.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eHomegirls and Handgrenades\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStory\u003cbr\u003ePoem Written After Reading Wright’s “American Hunger”\u003cbr\u003eA Song\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i see you blackboy . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eMasks\u003cbr\u003eA Poem for Paul\u003cbr\u003eBubba\u003cbr\u003eA Letter to Dr. Martin Luther King\u003cbr\u003eMIAS\u003cbr\u003eOn Seeing a Pacifist Burn\u003cbr\u003eLetter to Ezekiel Mphahlele\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e10.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eWounded in the House of a Friend\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePART I\u003cbr\u003eWounded in the House of a Friend: Set No. 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePART II\u003cbr\u003eCatch the Fire\u003cbr\u003eA Love Song for Spelman\u003cbr\u003ePoem [What I have seen in the twentieth century . . . ]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePART III\u003cbr\u003eLove Song No. 3\u003cbr\u003eIntroduction of Toni Morrison . . .\u003cbr\u003ePoem for July 4, 1994 \u003ci\u003eFor President Václav Havel\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis Is Not a Small Voice\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePART IV\u003cbr\u003ePoem for Some Women\u003cbr\u003ehaiku 1 [i have died and dreamed . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eblues haiku 1 [all this talk bout love . . . ]\u003cbr\u003etanka [i have taken five . . . ]\u003cbr\u003ehaiku 2 [everywhere i turn . . . ]\u003cbr\u003ehaiku 4 [your breath in exile . . . ]\u003cbr\u003ehaiku 6 [if i had known then . . . ]\u003cbr\u003esonku [have mercy on the . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eSouth African tanka [the necklace i bring . . . ]\u003cbr\u003ehaiku 8 [i am hunched down in . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eblues haiku 2 [ain’t no curves in his . . . ]\u003cbr\u003ehaiku 9 [the sprawling sound . . . ]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e11.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eDoes Your House Have Lions?\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003esister’s voice\u003cbr\u003ebrother’s voice\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e12.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eLike the Singing Coming off the Drums\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDancing\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [you ask me to run . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eSong\u003cbr\u003eTanka [i don’t know the rules . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i come from the same . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i have caught fire from . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [love between us is . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i turn westward in . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eSonku [i collect . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eSonku [i who have . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eBlues haiku [you too slippery . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [come windless invader . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i am moving in . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku \u003ci\u003eon passing Toni Cade Bambara’s house\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBlues haiku [what i need is traveling . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [old man standing long . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [it is i who have . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eTanka [this man has sucked too . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i am watersnake . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i am the ugly . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [have you ever crossed . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [mixed with day and sun . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eBlues [even though you came in december be my january man . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [how fast is the wind . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eBlues Haiku [let me be yo wil . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eBlues Haiku [am i yo philly . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [my womb is a dance . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [sweet woman dancing . . . ]\u003cbr\u003ePoem [i am dreaming . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eSonku [love comes with . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [c’mon man hold me . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eTanka [c’mon man ride me . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eSonku [i feel your . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eSonku [i hear the . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i am who i am . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku \u003ci\u003equestion from a young sister\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePoem [Good morning, sex . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eBlues haiku [yall talkin all under . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eBlues haiku [i wuz in Kansas . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i am looking for . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [these waves boisterous like . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku \u003ci\u003efor Louis Massiah\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSonku [what is love . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eBlues haiku [my face is a scarred . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [derelict with eyes . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [they smell like rust . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [a tint on the tongue . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [my teeth can write your . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i have carved your face . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eSonku [my eyes look . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i am a small piece . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [to be lifted in . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eTanka [woman without heat . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [it was nothing big . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eSonku [what i want . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [i hear your breath . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku \u003ci\u003efor Joe Barry\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [red orange breasts sweet . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [and i am flesh burnt . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [this poem is for me . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eShort Poem [quite often without . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku 2 [my bones migrate in . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [do you want ashes . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [if i were an old . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [you are rock garden . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eTanka [to surround yourself with . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eSonku [to worship . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [my bones hang to . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [in this wet season . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eA Poem for Ella Fitzgerald\u003cbr\u003eLove Poem \u003ci\u003efor Tupac\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor Tupac Amaru Shakur\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e Remembering and Honoring Toni Cade Bambara\u003cbr\u003eFor Sister Gwen Brooks\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e13.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eShake Loose My Skin\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMorning Song and Evening Walk\u003cbr\u003eFor Sweet Honey in the Rock\u003cbr\u003eAaaayeee Babo (Praise God)\u003cbr\u003eFragment 1\u003cbr\u003eFragment 2\u003cbr\u003eHaiku [man. you write me so . . . ]\u003cbr\u003eTowhomitmayconcern\u003cbr\u003eSong No. 2\u003cbr\u003eAn Anthem \u003ci\u003efor the ANC and Brandywine Peace Community\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e14.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003eMorning Haiku\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ehaikuography\u003cbr\u003e10 haiku \u003ci\u003efor Max Roach\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003edance haiku\u003cbr\u003e14 haiku \u003ci\u003efor Emmett Louis Till\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e 21 haiku \u003ci\u003efor Odetta\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e4 haiku \u003ci\u003efor Max Roach\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003esister haiku \u003ci\u003efor Pat\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e15 haiku \u003ci\u003efor Toni Morrison\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e6 haiku \u003ci\u003efor Elizabeth Catlett in Cuernavaca\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e2 haiku \u003ci\u003efor Ras Baraka\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e5 haiku \u003ci\u003efor Sarah Vaughan\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e9 haiku \u003ci\u003efor Freedom’s Sisters\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e5 love haiku\u003cbr\u003e6 haiku \u003ci\u003efor Maya Angelou\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003ememory haiku\u003cbr\u003ehaiku poem: 1 year after 9\/11\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e15. Envoi: For Harriet Tubman\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHaiku and Tanka for Harriet Tubman“Her masterful use of spacing, spelling and sound to create impact and celebrate the unique vernacular known as Black English is what gives her work that edge of poetic genius, but it’s the intensely human quality, the intimacy and realness of the words, that drives them deep into the heart of many who receive them.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eRUSSH Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In impressive volume showcasing the broad scope of her literary work in general and word smithing talents in particular.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eMidwest Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This long-overdue retrospective will be treasured by all who spend time with it. If you are looking for light in the darkness, a reminder of what kindred spirits are capable of when they work together for change, this book will galvanize and comfort you.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eRain Taxi\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sonia Sanchez is a lion in literature’s forest. When she writes she roars, and when she sleeps other creatures walk gingerly.”\u003cbr\u003e—Maya Angelou\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Her songs of destruction and loss scrape the heart; her praise songs thunder and revitalize. We need these songs for our journey together into the next century.”\u003cbr\u003e—Joy Harjo, US poet laureate\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The poetry of Sonia Sanchez is full of power and yet always clean and uncluttered. It makes you wish you had thought those thoughts, felt those emotions, and, above all, expressed them so effortlessly and so well.”\u003cbr\u003e—Chinua Achebe, Nobel Prize laureate\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sonia Sanchez remains one of the most read, respected, and visible figures of the Black Arts Movement.”\u003cbr\u003e—Amiri Baraka\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You have spoken for us . . . Written for us . . . Sung to us . . . How much in your debt we are.”\u003cbr\u003e—Toni Morrison\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sonia   Sanchez’s illustrious career spans seven decades. Her commanding oeuvre   continues to elevate language’s ability to give voice to entire communities   (their daily pleasures and pains) inside our shared and troubled   history.”\u003cbr\u003e—Claudia Rankine\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The   magnificent Sonia Sanchez – lifelong poet, crafter of the complex and the   clear, the hard and the beautiful – acknowledges who we are on this earth   through American eras hopeful, frightening, and imponderable... She is an   eloquent international figure, helping us understand the world. Over our many   decades, I have looked up to Sonia Sanchez as bard and also as a forger of   the new intellectual field of Black studies that has remade our   consciousness.”\u003cbr\u003e—Nell Painter\u003cb\u003eSonia Sanchez\u003c\/b\u003e-award-winning poet, activist, scholar, and formerly the Laura Carnell professor of English and women's studies at Temple University-is the author of sixteen books, including \u003ci\u003eLike the Singing Coming off the Drums, Does Your House Have Lions?, Wounded in the House of a Friend,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eShake Loose My Skin.\u003c\/i\u003e","brand":"Beacon Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302615306469,"sku":"NP9780807026526","price":29.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780807026526.jpg?v=1767723906","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/collected-poems-isbn-9780807026526","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}