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You confide in me that you are lonely,
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there’s something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for d...
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot