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Come towards me
and let me look at you,
let yourself be caught up with me
by the warm of our eyes
and let me find once more
the light that shines in them,
sun of the soul that gives me life upon...
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I called the rain with all my heart,
wanting to feel its clean water on my face
washing away the heat and sweat
that the weightiness of the afternoon
insisted on leaving.
I begged it to wrop me in...
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Friend,
I who dreamt about you,
you who dreamt about me,
I was barefoot
you were nude,
both of us with children´s games.
Friend,
where are those paths
that we travelled together?
Where is that...
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When you ask me
if you will be happy,
my son,
I say yes
because that is how I want you to be,
but I look at the world
and I remain awake
although I hide my fear.
Life is hard I warn you,
but if...
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The flower of my thaught
will blossom,
sometime,
when the sadness has gone away
and this is how
I will remember you,
my sweet dove,
without the pain
that I felt upon losing you
and upon not...
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To a Stranger by Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
PASSING Stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me...
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One of Paul Laurence Dunbars poems in southern dialect.
W'en de evenin' shadders
Come a-glidin' down.
Fallin' black an' heavy
Ovah hill an' town,
Ef you...
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