Looking For A Poem
(3/14/2005 9:18:00 AM)
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By Carol Ann Duffy
After I no longer speak they break our fingers
to salvage my wedding ring. Rebecca Rachel Ruth
Aaron Emmanuel David, stars on all our brows
Beneath the gaze of men with guns. Mourn for our daughters,
upright as statues, brave. You would not look at me.
You waited for the bullet. Fell. I say, Remember.
Remember those appalling days which make the world
forever bad. One saw I was alive. Loosened
his belt. My bowels opened in a ragged gape of fear.
Between the gap of corpses I could see a child.
The soldiers laughed. Only a matter of days separate
this from acts of torture now. They shot her in the eye.
How would you prepare to die, on a perfect April evening
with young men gossiping and smoking by the graves?
My bare feet felt the earth and urine trickled
down my legs. I heard the click. Not yet. A trick.
After immense suffering someone takes tea on the lawn.
After the terrible moans a boy washes his uniform.
After the history lesson children run to their toys the world
turns in its sleep the spades shovel soil Sara Ezra…
Sister, if seas part us, do you not consider me?
Tell them I sang the ancient psalms at dusk
inside the wire and strong men wept. Turn thee
unto me with mercy, for I am desolate and lost.
(1/27/2005 4:08:00 PM)
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Is this the poem you are looking for?
~ Shooting Star ~
Shooting star. Oh, shooting star
How bright? Oh, how divine!
Please grant me this one wish
That you would make him mine.
We met not very long ago
Through all the distant miles
And now I hurry on each day
Just to catch one of his smiles.
You see, he lives so far away
Clear on a distant shore
And though he's way across the sea
Each day I love him more.
We share each other's day
Our joys, our woes, and tears
He is my own true love
I want throughout the years.
He knows just how I feel
And yes, he understands
He gives me hugs and kisses
And then he holds my hand.
So, shooting star, Oh shooting star
Please tell him this today
That I'm waiting here patiently
And I'll never go away.
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