* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
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
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape