Diana van den Berg Poems

You are with me
at dawn,
kissing my morning eyes open
with a heartsong touch
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Today my soul chose orange
through my open window,
where Bauhinia galpinii blossoms
were warm-laughing their dancing beauty
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After a day such as today
of weighted onslaughts
of sledge hammers from east and west
and pinsharp darts from north and south
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I have an aeroplane –
or at least an aeroplane wing –
sticking out of the right-side of my head
MY right-side, that is, not your right-side,
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The gauze barriers that I know
I must put up
you don’t break down
you just paint them gone
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Fourth burglary this year,
“Quack quack” I said
as I sat contemplating
that I have had so many many more
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The wintered swan,
swathed in mourning shades
of grey,
tried to stretch her wounded wing
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Today, more than ever,
infinity held you
in the blue of my summer sky
and I dived upwards
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My name is not Richard
nor is it Jane.
My name is
me
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I will hold sacred
all of where you are buried
not just the bordered circle
around your tree and flowers
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