That Distance Apart (Jackie Kay Poem)
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
Either at my friend's daughter's sixteen-year-old body dumped on the morgue slab, T-shirt stuck fast to one ripped breast I ...
Giggles on the playground waiting for the bus the geese not quite getting it not in the least The lines ...
The words of scripture like a tapestry on a loom a quilt of many squares intricate, time consuming worthy of ...
Twelve trips to the doctor, a number of cuts, scrapes, gashes marked that summer of accidents and mishaps of youthful ...
A living line row of stitches snaking across the sky Geese heading south with only half a V Discordant sight ...
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- I'll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle -- Better ...
Death sets a Thing significant The Eye had hurried by Except a perished Creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little ...
She scrawled soft words in soap: "Never Forget," Dove-white on her car's window, and the wren, because her heart is ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by ...
Some of us believe We would have conceived romantic Love out of our own passions With no precedents, Without songs ...
Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks, Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi. He is recuperating ...
Needle, needle, dip and dart, Thrusting up and down, Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown? ...
First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A ...
You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...
Thoughts, go your way home. Embrace, depths of the soul and the sea. In my view, it is stupid to ...
Scarlet as the cloth draped over a sword, white as steaming rice, blue as leschenaultia, old curried towns, the frog ...
"Son," said my mother, When I was knee-high, "you've need of clothes to cover you, and not a rag have ...
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