* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
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
You confide in me that you are lonely,
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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…
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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...