Wishes for Sons |
i wish them cramps. |
i wish them a strange town |
and the last tampon. |
I wish them no 7-11. |
i wish them one week early |
and wearing a white skirt. |
i wish them one week late. |
later i wish them hot flashes |
and clots like you |
wouldn't believe. let the |
flashes come when they |
meet someone special. |
let the clots come |
when they want to. |
let them think they have accepted |
arrogance in the universe, |
then bring them to gynecologists |
not unlike themselves. |
Lucille Clifton |
Poems (10), Short Stories (10)
Monday, March 4, 2013
Wishes for Sons
Poem 3: MY LITTLE ONE
MY LITTLE ONE
My little one whose tongue is dumb,
whose fingers cannot hold to things,
who is so mercilessly young,
he leaps upon the instant things,
I hold him not. Indeed, who could?
He runs into the burning wood.
Follow, follow if you can!
He will come out grown to a man
and not remember whom he kissed,
who caught him by the slender wrist
and bound him by a tender yoke
which, understanding not, he broke.
Tennessee Williams
My little one whose tongue is dumb,
whose fingers cannot hold to things,
who is so mercilessly young,
he leaps upon the instant things,
I hold him not. Indeed, who could?
He runs into the burning wood.
Follow, follow if you can!
He will come out grown to a man
and not remember whom he kissed,
who caught him by the slender wrist
and bound him by a tender yoke
which, understanding not, he broke.
Tennessee Williams
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Time and Again
TIme and again, however well we know the landscape of love,
and the little church-yard with lamenting names,
and the frightfully silent ravine wherein all the others
end: time and again we go out two together,
under the old trees, lie down again and again
between the flowers, face to face with the sky.
Rainer Maria Rilke
1875-1926
TIme and again, however well we know the landscape of love,
and the little church-yard with lamenting names,
and the frightfully silent ravine wherein all the others
end: time and again we go out two together,
under the old trees, lie down again and again
between the flowers, face to face with the sky.
Rainer Maria Rilke
1875-1926
Poem About Flowers
Poem of Flowers
Flowers bloom and shows its beauty
that would be flowers of trees or flowers of grasses.
Everybody can breath with the flowers with different colors
red, white,violet and any tint of colors found on their petals,
leaves and or stems
So nice to see them wherever they are whether they
would be in the mountainous forests, in plains and or valleys.
Colors of flowers are exceptionally pretty, so nice to pick for
anyone who needs them
during celebrations of birthdays,weddings, graduations.
and some other special occasions.
MY LITTLE ONE
My little one whose tongue is dumb,
whose fingers cannot hold to things,
who is so mercilessly young,
he leaps upon the instant things,
I hold him not. Indeed, who could?
He runs into the burning wood.
Follow, follow if you can!
He will come out grown to a man
and not remember whom he kissed,
who caught him by the slender wrist
and bound him by a tender yoke
which, understanding not, he broke.
Tennessee Williams
My little one whose tongue is dumb,
whose fingers cannot hold to things,
who is so mercilessly young,
he leaps upon the instant things,
I hold him not. Indeed, who could?
He runs into the burning wood.
Follow, follow if you can!
He will come out grown to a man
and not remember whom he kissed,
who caught him by the slender wrist
and bound him by a tender yoke
which, understanding not, he broke.
Tennessee Williams
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