* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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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
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
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
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
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