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Sympathy
by Paul Laurence Dunbar I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, And the river flows like a stream of glass; When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, And the faint perfume from its chalice steals— I know what the caged bird feels! I know why the caged bird beats its wing Till its blood is red on the cruel bars; For he must fly back to his perch and cling When he fain would be on the bough a-swing; And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars And they pulse again with a keener sting— I know why he beats his wing! I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,— When he beats his bars and he would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings— I know why the caged bird sings! |
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New Year's
by Dana Gioia Let other mornings honor the miraculous. Eternity has festivals enough. This is the feast of our mortality, The most mundane and human holiday. On other days we misinterpret time, Pretending that we live the present moment. But can this blur, this smudgy in-between, This tiny fissure where the future drips Into the past, this flyspeck we call now Be our true habitat? The present is The leaky palm of water that we skim From the swift, silent river slipping by. The new year always brings us what we want Simply by bringing us along—to see A calendar with every day uncrossed, A field of snow without a single footprint. |
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And somewhere,
inside the usual grammar of morning, between all the shortest syllables of clock ring & water boil egg tap & salt shake you discover you are this body that loves her Even though your finest words are gone leaving only the smallest bones the metatarsals the humble feet of your love to beat out their passions on two rough heels It happens here over tea, sun shoots one flawless arrow across the tip of your spoon and into hers -the way she looks up over the rim of her cup one green eye, then two & suddenly all four corners of your world meet here; in the central moon of your saucer perfect alchemy and it is then that you swap the ordinary floss of morning for a glimpse of what the love of this body will be ~ Chaia Heller |
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![]() A Beautiful Stranger At a mirror, naked, pleasing to herself You really were pretty; let that moment last. The rose-brown shield of your breasts, A belly with a black tuft just recently grown. And they would dress you immediately in languishing Blouses, slips, wispy robes with trains. You wore a corset in a fashionable shade of lilac, On your thighs garters like the straps on armor. They hung on you layers of ridiculous fabrics So that you could take part in their theater of pretended ecstasies, smutty allusions. A slave; and such you remained in the photograph Dimmed by emulsion and the coloring of time. Did you rebel? Yes, it is quite possible. To know for yourself, not to tell anybody And from the nothingness of their words, To protect the wisdom of your mocking body. And I; am I now liberated from those rituals, masks, the floodlights of the ball? Have I escaped the law that draws me into frozen fashions, half-dead manners? I would like to save you, beautiful stranger. Together we depart for eternal meadows. You are naked again, and fifteen years old. I take you by the hand, your promised one. Think that nothing will happen to you That was suppose to happen, That you can be different, That you are your own, And not arrested by the exactness of fate. Czeslaw Milosz
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Phenomenal Woman
by Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. 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. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. |
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Why do I like horses. I think I must be mad.
My Mother wasn't horsey--and neither was my Dad. But the madness hit me early- and it hit me like a curse. And I've never gotten better. In fact I've gotten worse. I hardly read a paper- but I know whose sold their horse. And I wouldn't watch the news-Unless Mr. Ed was on- of course. One eye's always on the heavens-But my washing waves in vain As I rush to get the horses in-in case it's gonna rain. I spend up every cent I've got - on horsey stuff for sure I buy saddles, bridles, fancy boots- and the I buy some more I can't sew a button- I don't even try But I can back a truck and trailer- in the twinkling of an eye It's jeans and boots that I live in night and day And that smell of sweaty horses just doesn't wash away But late at night when all is still- and I've gone to give them hay I touch their velvet softness and my worries float away They give a gentle nicker and they nuzzle thru my hair And I know it's where my heart is-more here than anywhere author unknown
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May the Poe-toaster rise again, and may the Ravens win, win, win.
Alone By Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view— |
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I was going to thank the Edgar Allen Poe portion of that post, but I couldn't separate it from the "Ravens" portion...I'm just sayin'...
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