Late Love (Jackie Kay Poem)
How they strut about, people in love, How tall they grow, pleased with themselves, Their hair, glossy, their skin shining. ...
How they strut about, people in love, How tall they grow, pleased with themselves, Their hair, glossy, their skin shining. ...
Between us now and here - Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life's flushest feather - Who ...
Between us now and here-- Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life's flushest feather-- Who see the ...
We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
The candle of the Christ-child the man upon the cross burning brightly while we were praying through the vigil burning ...
Darkness closing in as the candles went dead piece of me wept the weight of my sin taking Christ through ...
Above the tree line beside the silhouette of the dark church a contrail of a jet falling toward the horizon ...
Long forgotten memories were preserved on the thin skin on the slides in the trays in the box, crushed years ...
People, random strangers Cool stores Hot blacktop Eyes turn Crackle with energy, anticipation Furtive glances to the horizon, Instinctively knowing ...
People, random strangers Crackle with energy, anticipation Furtive glances to the horizon, Instinctively knowing Darkening sky Deep grays Strong edges ...
When the evening darkens and the day cools and the stars flicker to light I sat on the blanket with ...
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
The Princess was of ancient line, Of royal race was she; Like cameo her face was fine, With sad serentiy: ...
'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
There, a little right of Ursus Major, is the Milky Way: a man can point it out, the biggest billionfold ...
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