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   23 May 2009 à 8:19 am

   

   The Mother

   * Abortions will not let you forget.
   You remember the children you got that you did not get,
   The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,
   The singers and workers that never handled the air.
   You will never neglect or beat
   Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
   You will never wind up the sucking-thumb
   Or scuttle off ghosts that come.

   * I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children.
   I have contracted. I have eased
   My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.
   I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized
   Your luck
   And your lives from your unfinished reach,
   If I stole your births and your names,
   Your straight baby tears and your games,
   Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches,
   and your deaths,
   If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,
   Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.

   * What shall I say, how is the truth to be said?
   You were born, you had body, you died.
   It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

   * Believe me, I loved you all.
   Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you
   All.

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   23 May 2009 à 8:19 am

   

   Paul Robeson

   From Family Pictures (1971)

   * That time
   we all heard it,
   cool and clear,
   cutting across the hot grit of the day.
   The major Voice.
   The adult Voice
   forgoing Rolling River,
   forgoing tearful tale of bale and barge
   and other symptoms of an old despond.
   Warning, in music-words
   devout and large,
   that we are each other's
   harvest:
   we are each other's
   business:
   we are each other's
   magnitude and bond.

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   23 May 2009 à 8:20 am

   

   * Each body has its art…

   * Poetry is life distilled.

   * Reading is important — read between the lines. Don't swallow everything.

   * When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.