For My People (Margaret Walker Poems)
For my people everywhere singing their slave songsrepeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their bluesand jubilees, praying their prayers ...
For my people everywhere singing their slave songsrepeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their bluesand jubilees, praying their prayers ...
It is true love becauseI put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of ...
As a childI put my finger in the fireto becomea saint.As a teenagerevery day I would knock my head against ...
In this room I'm finally at home.Never again shall I write a verse that tearsmy life apart in order to ...
My husband gives me an Afor last night's supper,an incomplete for my ironing,a B plus in bed.My son says I ...
Today I'm cruel, frenetic, demanding;I can not even tolerate the most bizarre books.Incredible! I've already smoked three packets of cigarettes ...
WHEN I am busying about,Sewing on buttons, tapes, and strings,Hanging the week's wet washing outOr ironing the children's things,Sweeping and ...
The harbour is an ironing board:flat iron tugs dash smoothing towardany shirt of a ship any pillowslipof a freighter they ...
Oh the sunshine that filled my day, All my worries would fade away. Bringing me joy, laughter, and peace, Ironing ...
How much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone Ironing ...
I thought I would go daft when Joey died. He was my first, and wise beyond his years. For nigh ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
It is true love because I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues ...
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