Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TEA FOR THE REFUGEE, by ALICE MONKS MEARS


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TEA FOR THE REFUGEE, by                    
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.





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