Poetry and the Self
Lament, For Cocoa
The scum has come.
My cocoa’s cold.
The cup is numb,
And I grow old.
It seems an age
Since from the pot… 64 more words
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O, sweep of stars over Harlem streets,
O, little breath of oblivion that is night.
A city building
To a mother’s song. 33 more words
Come, let us plant our love as farmers plant
A seed, and you shall water it with tears,
And I shall weed it with my hands until… 93 more words
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare… 102 more words
The beginning of eternity, the end of time and space,
The beginning of every end, and the end of every place.
O Rose, thou art sick —
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed… 37 more words
A candle is made to become entirely flame.
In that annihilating moment
it has no shadow.
It is nothing but a tongue of light… 32 more words