Barbara Kingsolver Poems

I have mourned lost days
When I accomplished nothing of importance.
But not lately.
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There are days when I am envious of my hens:
when I hunger for a purpose as perfect and sure
as a single daily egg.
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The things I wish for are:
A color. A forest.
The devil and ice in my mouth.
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Remember the moon survives,
draws herself out crescent-thin,
a curved woman. Untouchable,
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Look at me my
dark scarlet heart disguised in pink
I am Look! At! Me!
Oh I'm the pure blue force of Want
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The feral incantations of our dreams
bring the wolf
through the door.
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