Martin A. Ramos Poems

Tonight the beach is calm,
tide pregnant with crabs.
Carib moon out; shadows
frolic outside like
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black woman
woman black
sing to me
sing to me
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A simple pleasure
composing one good line
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Goblin, goblin, burning white
in what hell are you tonight?
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Beneath my wings,
a writer sings.
No fear of flying,
the proof's in trying.
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Timid as a moth
my willing wings embrace
the hollow of her love;
dark on the sheet her face.
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I know the sparrow in the marrow
of your bones.
And in the spring, closely within
your pirouettes I follow
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Icarus fell.
The farmer in the field saw
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A poet lurked for poems
in the woods near Walden Pond.
She surveyed the ground once trod
by Walden himself, and secured her traps
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Der were ratz in the suflé again.
My moder gave me ratz to eet.
Cellar ratz, in the suflé, again.
Has my moder ever eeten ratz?
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