“Facing It” by Yusef Komunyakaa
Facing It My black face fades, hiding inside the black granite. I said I wouldn’t dammit: No tears. I’m stone. I’m flesh. My clouded reflection…
Continue reading →Facing It My black face fades, hiding inside the black granite. I said I wouldn’t dammit: No tears. I’m stone. I’m flesh. My clouded reflection…
Continue reading →Epitaph When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry,…
Continue reading →You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You…
Continue reading →Lord, make me an instrument of your peace: where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt,…
Continue reading →Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,There is a field. I’ll meet you there.When the soul lies down in that grass,The world is too full…
Continue reading →She came among us like a wild creature fresh from the forest, wearing a tunic of green, wreath of flowers in her hair. Orpheus returned,…
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