#Americans #Blacks #PulitzerPrize #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
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
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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…
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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…
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
