Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INVOCATION, by HELENE JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: Let me be buried in the rain Last Line: Grow high above my head. Subject(s): African Americans; African Americans - Women; Negroes; American Blacks | ||||||||
Let me be buried in the rain In a deep, dripping wood, Under the warm wet breast of Earth Where once a gnarled tree stood. And paint a picture on my tomb With dirt and a piece of bough Of a girl and a boy beneath a round, ripe moon Eating of love with an eager spoon And vowing an eager vow. And do not keep my plot mowed smooth And clean as a spinster's bed, But let the weed, the flower, the tree, Riotous, rampant, wild and free, Grow high above my head. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...CLAN MEETING: BIRTH AND NATIONS: A BLOOD SING by MICHAEL S. HARPER MY AUNT ELLA MAE by MICHAEL S. HARPER DERRICK POEM (THE LOST WORLD) by TERRANCE HAYES ODE TO BIG TREND by TERRANCE HAYES WOOFER (WHEN I CONSIDER THE AFRICAN-AMERICAN) by TERRANCE HAYES |
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