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)

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt

In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips

The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that'll burn

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

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

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

Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,

There is no warning rattle at the door
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer boards.
Safe in the dark prison, I know that

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