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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
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
You confide in me that you are lonely,
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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