Alice Walker

(9 February 1944 - / Eatonton Georgia)

Desire - Poem by Alice Walker

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My desire
is always the same; wherever Life
deposits me:
I want to stick my toe
& soon my whole body
into the water.
I want to shake out a fat broom
& sweep dried leaves
bruised blossoms
dead insects
& dust.
I want to grow
something.
It seems impossible that desire
can sometimes transform into devotion;
but this has happened.
And that is how I've survived:
how the hole
I carefully tended
in the garden of my heart
grew a heart
to fill it.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, March 16, 2012


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