Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. You only have to let the soft animal of your body Publisher: Button Poetry (©2017) Wild Geeseįor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. That the sun rises each and every morningīecause I don’t deserve the chance to speak to youįrom "Helium" by Rudy Francisco. So I'll make it my duty to make all your tomorrows That smile of yours might only last a momentīut I'll do everything I can to make it last a lifetimeĪnd then. So my scars can tell you the story of how I fell for you If I was a Love PoetĪnd decide that I really wanted to write about love Reprinted with the permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd. Lucille Clifton, “homage to my hips” from Good Woman. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost from: The Poetry of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged. Used by permission of Random House, an imprint and division of Penguin Random House LLC. Maya Angelou, "Still I Rise" from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems. I am the dream and the hope of the slave. Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
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