Diana van den Berg Poems

Have you any idea of how silly you look
sitting on that broken chair
on top of a wobbly kitchen table?
A throne it will never be.
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Face the lion
and relax in the strength
of the paws
and claws
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You can herald
or eclipse
the dawn
of anyone’s day.
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Your mocking arrogance,
breach-birthed of jealousy or a rattling soul,
cannot rip from me
sixty-one sensuous ellipses
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That first little whisper voice
that shows the way,
shows the way.
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He who will not
embrace my thoughts
with honour and grace,
nor let me
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These cloud-words
of finely painted shapes and emotions
of different lengths and meanings
of texture-whispers
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The sky is high;
the wings beat hard;
but none
receives (with joy or indifference) ,
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Like that
single
soft
contralto
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Dare to wheel through azure skies,
your wings sun-blessed, in joyous flight;
let your emancipated spirit embrace
all God’s creations
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