Treasure Island

Martin Carter

(1927-1997 / Guyana)

Shines the Beauty of My Darling


If I wanted
I could make pictures of night
the map of stars above the mass of water
the mass of water underneath the stars
the beauty of my beloved
like a flower bringing dawn light into dark.
Yes, if I wanted
I could close my eyes right now
and bring these things like life into my brain.
but new are these times
and no matter where I turn
like fierce revolt goes with me
like a kiss -
the revolt of Malaya
and Vietnam -
the revolt of India
and Africa -
like guardian.
like guardian at my side
is the fight for freedom -
and like teh whole world dancing
for liberation from the slave maker
shines the beauty of my darling in her laughing eyes

Submitted: Sunday, December 23, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, May 03, 2011

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