This issue is dedicated to Maya Angelou.
I dare not write anything about the work of this amazing woman. I wish only to document what recesses of the mind Yarrow Revisited hearkened back to. And I am glad it manifested itself via Maya Angelou's poetry. For Maya, thoughtfully, had provided the refrain as well.
I dare not write anything about the work of this amazing woman. I wish only to document what recesses of the mind Yarrow Revisited hearkened back to. And I am glad it manifested itself via Maya Angelou's poetry. For Maya, thoughtfully, had provided the refrain as well.
Act I. Response:
When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I CRY.
Act II. Refrain:
Give me your hand
Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have the privacy of touching words and love of loss of love.
For me
Give me your hand.
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Italicized text: Maya Angelou.
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