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you may write me down in history with your
bitter
twisted lies
out of the huts of historys
shame
like
dust
ill
rise
does my
sassiness upset
you
im the
dream
and the hope of the
slave
not yet
one common
man
no matter
their
colour
in
minor
ways we
differ
, in major ways were the same
we are more
alike
my friends than we are
unalike
puffy petulant
face
i used to know his
father
well
id toddle safely home and die - in bed
if i were
fierce
, and bold and out of breath
men marched
asleep
all went
lame
; all
blind
gas
! gas!
quick boys
!
i saw
him
drowning
tich miller
wore glasses with
elastolast-pink
frames
we avoided one
anothers eyes
have tubby! no! no! have
tich
!
usually they
chose
me, the lesser
dud
tich
died when she was twelve
sneering
at
hockey
players who couldnt spell
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests
My father
,
digging.
the
old man
could handle a
spade
Just
like his
old man.
I
sat
all
morning
in the
college sick bay
In the
porch
I met my father
crying–
Wearing a
poppy bruise
on his
left temple
the
bumper knocked him clear
A four
foot-box
a foot for every
year.
Beside
the
lake
, beneath the
trees
,
Fluttering
and
dancing
in the
breeze.
And then my heart with
pleasure
fills,
And dances with the
daffodils.
And I shall have some
peace
there
I hear lake water
lapping
with low sounds by the
shore
I
hear
it in the
deep heart’s core.
Had I the heavens’ embroidered
cloths
,
I would
spread
the
cloths
under your feet:
But I, being
poor
, have only my
dreams
;
Tread
softly
because you
tread
on my
dreams.