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My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell

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I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.
I am very hungry. I am incomplete.
And none can give me any word but Wait,
The puny light. I keep my eyes pointed in;
Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt
Drag out to their last dregs and I resume
On such legs as are left me, in such heart
As I can manage, remember to go home,
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A beautiful poem well crafted.
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Another amazing poem of the great poetess, most deserving poem as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Created straight from the heart.
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Alex karev 01 March 2018
Can u guys give me an rhyme example
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Anil Kumar Panda 05 May 2017
Nice one.It is the need of everyone when one returns home tired. Thanks for posting. congrats.
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Tom Allport 05 May 2017
a poem of hopeful return to the things of a basic life once led? ..............well written.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 05 May 2017
old purity could love. Thanks for sharing it here.
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Edward Kofi Louis 05 May 2017
My honey! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Be firm......... thanks for posting......
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Melissa Muchemwa 27 March 2007
another great poem by Gwendolyn Brooks that simply comes from the heart xxx
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