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. ...
With beasts and gods, above, the wall is bright. The child's head, bent to the book-colored shelves, Is slow and ...
White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road ...
Driving in town, between the drops of rain watch the people scurry, trudge, dash, between the buildings, hunker down at ...
Flat hoods sit splayed on our backs wool, buffalo plaid inside, pulled forward, catch hair before the snorkel coats the ...
Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls ...
"Houses" -- so the Wise Men tell me -- "Mansions"! Mansions must be warm! Mansions cannot let the tears in, ...
I have a King, who does not speak -- So -- wondering -- thro' the hours meek I trudge the ...
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by ...
(Time, Noon.) HUMPHREY: See'st thou not William that the scorching Sun By this time half his daily race has run? ...
There's sunshine in the heart of me, My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, ...
So Davies wrote: ' This leaves me in the pink. ' Then scrawled his name: ' Your loving sweetheart Willie ...
I Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent Of summer gardens; these can bring you all Those dreams that in ...
HAIL! Childish slaves of social rules You had yourselves a hand in making! How I could shake your faith, ye ...
THIS gloomy northern day, Or this yet gloomier night, Has moved a something high In my cold heart; and I, ...
Children running into izba, Calling father, dripping sweat: "Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a Deadman caught inside our net." ...
My most respected comrades of posterity! Rummaging among these days' petrified crap, exploring the twilight of our times, you, possibly, ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares ...
"Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him" Shall hearts that beat no base retreat In youth's magnanimous ...
Thistle and darnell and dock grew there, And a bush, in the corner, of may, On the orchard wall I ...
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