The Mother Poem (two) (Jackie Kay Poem)
I always wanted to give birth Do that incredible natural thing That women do-I nearly broke down When I heard ...
I always wanted to give birth Do that incredible natural thing That women do-I nearly broke down When I heard ...
(For Kenton) An iron hand has stilled the throats That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee And dammed the flood ...
Ere the seamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry An attractive girl at Tunbridge, whom he called "my ...
I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House Run by a lady my age. She was gay. When I ...
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play Still with your curls, and kiss the time away. You ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
Aha! a traitor in the camp, A rebel strangely bold,-- A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp, Not more than four years ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land - Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! A snug little berth in that ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
me and you be sisters. we be the same. me and you coming from the same place. me and you ...
I can scare children as the Victorians aimed to do even on an August beach tell a fairy tale one ...
Cut down that timber! Bells, too many and strong, Pouring their music through the branches bare, From moon-white church towers ...
Come touch me baby in his waking dream disordered Henry murmured. I'll read you Hegel and that will hurt your ...
The prophetic tribe of the ardent eyes Yesterday they took the road, holding their babies On their backs, delivering to ...
THE SUN he is sunk in the west, All creatures retir?d to rest, While here I sit, all sore beset, ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Maud went to college. Sadie stayed home. Sadie scraped life With a fine toothed comb. She didn't leave a tangle ...
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
You strop my anger, especially when I find you in restaurant or bar and pay for the same liquid, coming ...
Girls buck the wind in the grooves toward work in fuzzy coats promised to be warm as fur. The shop ...
Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat's tail Pods of the laburnum at nine ...
(1) The day she visited the dissecting room They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey, Already half ...
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a terrible ...
Half-Past-Six and I were talking In a very grown-up way; We had got so tired with running That we did ...
Young are our dead Like babies they lie The wombs they blest once Not healed dry And yet - too ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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