The Talking Back of Miss Valentine Jones: Poem # one (June Jordan Poems)
well I wanted to braid my hairbathe and bedeck myself so fineso fully aforethought foryour pleasuresee:I wanted to travel and ...
well I wanted to braid my hairbathe and bedeck myself so fineso fully aforethought foryour pleasuresee:I wanted to travel and ...
Fruit without a stone, its shiny pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny black microdot seeds. Skin the color of khakiImagine a shaggy brown-green pelt that ...
I was born in the century of the death of the rosewhen the motor had already driven out the angels.Quito ...
Love is likea pineapple,sweet andundefinable. (Piet Hein)
Deep in the heart of the jungle, Close to the white man's grave,Where the goldfish have beards that stick out ...
The mountains wear wedding wreaths.I am ecstatic, young.In my mountains I feelA cleansing chill.A gray-haired hunchback climbsUp to me on ...
Bound by the season the layers of fruit when I am making the salad but making it work Layers to ...
Up through the rich fertile soil of the garden the strong hyacinth grows like a pineapple's headdress the feathered leaves ...
Why is the color blue, blue why is red, red you get the idea, the idea of color but why ...
A sunny day's complete Poussiniana Divide it from itself. It is this or that And it is not. By metaphor ...
The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girl is crouching with eyes and muscles clenched. Round and pebble smooth she ...
To think that, as a boy of thirteen, I would grapple with my first pineapple, its exposed breast setting itself ...
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