massachusettspoetry

Mary Kane: A Few Rules of Thumb

If a woman takes a poem
into her mouth, she will taste mint, a little bit of raw moon, the beginnings
of trouble.
If a woman invites a poem into her kitchen, she will speak
at length with the dead.
If she invites two poems to dinner, she will know the pull of infidelity.
If a woman plants poems
in sock drawers, knife drawers, library books, envelopes addressed
to old men, she will shudder with pleasure at unexpected moments.
If a woman writes poems
in the nude, the skin in her poems will wrinkle. If a woman writes poems
dressed in corduroys and a green
wool sweater, the skin of her breasts will glow
mostly unnoticed.
If a woman argues with a poem
you won’t hear her. If she wakes up on Sunday and continues arguing
with the same poem, a line will fly alongside her left ear, cardinal red
with a splash of black.
If a woman makes love to a poem, no one will be able to read it.
If a woman
makes love to a poem behind her husband’s back, the poem will explode
from a prickled pod like a poppy, a deep salmon color.
If a woman fears a poem, her toes will curl.
If a woman invites the poem she fears
over for tea, she will breathe images. She will spill shadows everywhere
she walks, a poem over her head her very own sun, her very own rain,
her very own umbrella.

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Alone
By: Maya Angelou

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.