Poetry

Do not remember me as a bridge nor a roof / as the maker…

Now you understand / Just why my head’s not bowed / I don’t shout…

It is right that I a woman / black / should speak of white…

I stand still above an island, fist straight in the air / Scar on…

And how you swore, if somebody beeped the bell, And how my heart played…

in the night / in my half hour / negro dreams / i hear…

Celestial choir! enthron’d in realms of light, Columbia’s scenes of glorious toils I write.

We were running out of breath, as we ran out to meet ourselves. We…

 The Dying Words of Goethe “Light! more light! the shadows deepen, And my life…