Passing Time

Passing Time

by Maya Angelou

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
sure beginning.

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Other poems by Maya Angelou (read randomly)

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s siz …
But when I start to tell them,

Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy hands bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,

In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips

One innocent spring
your voice meant to me
less than tires turning

They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,

You drink a bitter draught.
I sip the tears your eyes fight to hold
A cup of lees, of henbane steeped in chaff.

Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,

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