I embrace multitudes
our selves can be one or many
at their own table
breed a kind of inward distance
in that void or wound
and dissemble one towards another
like a parliament
but have nothing more to do
than make clear music
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Wooden Furniture
How many times, weary of life
Have I slumped betwixt your arms!
How many nights, dreary of life
Have I sought support of your top!
On you, my table, I rested my head
As if you were my lover's chest!
I gripped thee, in anguish so great
As if you were his shoulders broad!
I pressed my breasts, raking with sobs
Hard you were, silent to my woes.
I leave you now; this note, my last,
Let not the winds sweep it off.
Forty
My friends lean
Across the table.
My breath stops.
What was it
They saw?
I, Too
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I’ll sit at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.
Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
Flame Apples
Little hot apples of fire.
Burst out of the flaming stem
Of my heart,
I do not understand how you quickened and grew.
And you amaze me
While I gather you.
I lay you, one by one.
Upon a table.
And now you seem beautiful and strange to me.
And I stand before you.
Wondering.