Madam And The Phone Bill
You say I O.K.ed / LONG DISTANCE?
Love Song for Lucinda
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Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.
Love
Is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Look too hard
And its burning flame
Will always hurt your eyes.
Love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath
Do not climb too high.
More poems by Langston Hughes
Dream Variations
To fling my arms wide / In some place of the sun,
Mother to Son
Well, son, I'll tell you: / Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred? / Does it dry up