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Maya Angelou

Awaking in New York

Curtains forcing their will  
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with  
seraphim. The city
drags itself awake on  
subway straps; and
I, an alarm, awake as a  
rumor of war,
lie stretching into dawn,  
unasked and unheeded.

#AmericanWriters #CitiesAndUrbanLife #SocialCommentaries

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Oscar Cifuentes Lopez Taylor Maynor
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You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to… A cup of lees, of henbane steeped… Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold,
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Remembrance

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A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,
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I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry
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Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone
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A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing
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When love is a shimmering curtain Before a door of chance That leads to a world in question Wherein the macabrous dance Of bones that rattle in silence
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