Rain blazes in that hemisphere
of my mind
where little else happens
neither sunshine nor cloudburst
and certainly not the blossoming of the
power of love you cherish
which so much overwhelms my tongue
give to speech
in the necessary workplaces
where freedom is obscene.
And from a drab window falls the
happy consequence of clouds
which the roots of passionate trees
receive with splendid gratitude
and which may return to us all in
their time
and in their special ways,
linking hand to fruit
and fruit to the promise of our
prayerful hope and love
and the triumph of the effort of
the always beating pulse
in the wrist and temple of the architect
who wars.
I am thinking about you.
Angela Davis
I am thinking about you and
what I want to do
is to command the drying pools
of rain
to wet your tired feet and
lift your face
to the gift of the roof of
clouds we owe you
Martin Carter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-angela-davis/
