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“If all that I would want to do was to sit and talk to you...would you listen?”
― If I Found a Wistful Unicorn (Gift Edition): A Gift of Love
― If I Found a Wistful Unicorn (Gift Edition): A Gift of Love
“In every heart there is a coward and a procrastinator./In every heart there is a god of flowers, just waiting/to come out of its cloud and lift its wings.”
― New and Selected Poems
― New and Selected Poems
“scream
so that one day
a hundred years from now
another sister will not have to
dry her tears wondering
where in history
she lost her voice”
―
so that one day
a hundred years from now
another sister will not have to
dry her tears wondering
where in history
she lost her voice”
―
“There are many ways to live a good life”
― Gilead
― Gilead
“Spring Azures
In spring the blue azures bow down
at the edges of shallow puddles
to drink the black rain water.
Then they rise and float away into the fields.
Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy,
and all the tricks my body knows--
the opposable thumbs, the kneecaps,
and the mind clicking and clicking-
don't seem enough te carry me thorugh this world
and I think: how I would like
to have wings-
blue ones-
ribbons of flame.
How I would like to open them, and rise
from the black rain water.
And then I think of Blake, in the dirt and sweat of London- a boy
staring through the window, when God came
fluttering up.
Of course, he screamed,
seeing the bobbin of God's blue body
leaning on the sill,
and the thousand-faceted eyes.
Well, who knows.
Who knows what hung, fluttering, at the window
between him and the darkness.
Anyway, Blake the hosier's son stood up
and turned away from the sooty sill and the dark city-
turned away forever
from the factories, the personal strivings,
to a life of imagination.”
―
In spring the blue azures bow down
at the edges of shallow puddles
to drink the black rain water.
Then they rise and float away into the fields.
Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy,
and all the tricks my body knows--
the opposable thumbs, the kneecaps,
and the mind clicking and clicking-
don't seem enough te carry me thorugh this world
and I think: how I would like
to have wings-
blue ones-
ribbons of flame.
How I would like to open them, and rise
from the black rain water.
And then I think of Blake, in the dirt and sweat of London- a boy
staring through the window, when God came
fluttering up.
Of course, he screamed,
seeing the bobbin of God's blue body
leaning on the sill,
and the thousand-faceted eyes.
Well, who knows.
Who knows what hung, fluttering, at the window
between him and the darkness.
Anyway, Blake the hosier's son stood up
and turned away from the sooty sill and the dark city-
turned away forever
from the factories, the personal strivings,
to a life of imagination.”
―
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