The Voice
May 28, 2014 7:41 AM   Subscribe

A rock, a river, a tree. Maya Angelou, Lyrical Witness of the Jim Crow South, Dies at 86

In every town and village,
In every city square,
In crowded places
I searched the faces
Hoping to find
Someone to care.

I read mysterious meanings
In the distant stars,
Then I went to schoolrooms
And poolrooms
And half-lighted cocktail bars.
Braving dangers,
Going with strangers,
I don't even remember their names.
I was quick and breezy
And always easy
Playing romantic games.

I wined and dined a thousand exotic Joans and Janes
In dusty halls, at debutante balls,
On lonely country lanes.
I fell in love forever,
Twice every year or so.
I wooed them sweetly, was theirs completely,
But they always let me go.
Saying bye now, no need to try now,
You don't have the proper charms.
Too sentimental and much too gentle
I don't tremble in your arms.

Then you rose into my life
Like a promised sunrise.
Brightening my days with the light in your eyes.
I've never been so strong,
Now I'm where I belong.
posted by michswiss (0 comments total)

This post was deleted for the following reason: Let's go with this one. -- cortex



 

« Older Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might...   |   A grape pops out of u that u never even ate Newer »


This thread has been archived and is closed to new comments