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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TEA FOR THE REFUGEE, by ALICE MONKS MEARS First Line: Marvelling that the spirit known angular with hungers Last Line: Warfare of the mind. Subject(s): Refugees | |||
Marvelling that the spirit known angular with hungers could shape voice and gesture to a rose room candled with flickering tongues of music, image-paneled, weightlessly draw words up from black-mine angers to float among the hanging globes of laughter, I handed you the plate. Suddenly forests sprang through the rafter, enclosing us; you crouched animal-eyed for dangers along the swamp. I: boulder, tree, ambush undefined, and from behind me the invisible bullet channeled. One moment I saw you fall in the sleepless guerilla warfare of the mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PALLOR OF SURVIVAL by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER by DENISE DUHAMEL SHOYN FERGESSIN: 'I'VE FORGOTTEN' IN YIDDISH by ALBERT GOLDBARTH AGAINST THE MISER MIND by ALICE MONKS MEARS |
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