George Elliott Clarke Poems

Wipe away tears,
Set free your fears:
Everything is free.
Only the lonely
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for Kwame Dawes
Your scuttled pays floats—fiery—in the ether;
Blazing, it vomits smudge-smoke. Your mind chars
Black because you yaw—moth-like—too near flames.
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I'm an ol' king bee, honey,
Buzzin' from flower to flower.
I'm an ol' king bee, sweets,
Hummin' from flower to flower.
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There's a black wind howlin' by Whylah Falls;
There's a mad rain hammerin' the flowers;
There's a shotgunned man moulderin' in petals;
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Pretty boy, towel your tears,
And robe yourself in black.
Pretty boy, dry your tears,
You know I'm comin' back.
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à Geeta
The brown girl, golden, sable-eyed,
flourishing yellow hibiscus,
steps exuberant, august,
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