Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Remembrance


Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
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  • Terence George Craddock (8/14/2010 12:53:00 PM)

    The poem plays upon multiple meanings,
    the line your taking reaches consummation
    in the magic withdrawn and seed spent
    an afterglow of ecstasy savoured consumed (Report) Reply

  • Keith Shezi (2/26/2010 8:17:00 AM)

    This poem places images of a woman enjoying love making with her lover
    I think they are having foreplay… then they do the “deed”
    “When you have withdrawn
    Yourself and your magic…” After the “deed “is done and his fragrance or scent is left on her
    Then she will miss him and think about that special moment they shared or him (the memory of him)
    That’s what I think, what do you guys think? (Report) Reply

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