Poems found: 13
AXLES CREAKING UNDER THE WAGONS
BLACK BOY I MET HALF A YEAR AGO
DO YOU WONDER WHY I AM SLEEPY?
FROM RIVERS, AND FROM THE EARTH ITSELF
I HAVE TOLD YOU YOUR HANDS ARE SALT
MEN OF BANGLADESH WITH YOUR BLACK PLUME-LIKE TRESSES
MEN OF BANGLEDESH WITH YOUR BLACK PLUME-LIKE TRESSES
WHITE YELLOW ORANGE THE COLORS MOST