Rhina P Espaillat Poems

What the scale tells you is how much the earth
has missed you, body, how it wants you back
again after you leave it to go forth
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My father liked them separate, one there,
one here (allá y aquí), as if aware

that words might cut in two his daughter's heart
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl—
Life's little duties do—precisely
As the very least
Were infinite—to me—
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