For men everywhere who need to know that deep down what is more important than the search for wealth and status, is remembering that you have someone to love and who loves you back. Yeats's poem "When You Are Old" is for men for whom growing old hold fears and worry. There will be those moments when you remember what you once had and it will give you pleasure. When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;. How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;. And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou | Poetry Foundation
Memories of her shame and mine wash over me as my fingers search for the dreaded symptom of breast cancer. Looking for a different type of pea, not a sweet one — how did the brochure describe it? The smooth hard pearl that betrayed her and became a hard lump? But not before she watched her husband die from complications of HIV? Finished with the monthly ritual, I roll back my head, exhaling a long breath, feeling a different kind of satisfaction:. Read more by the author on our site, here.
Her naked body lying in my bed — the whiteness of winter pierced by the red of autumn leaves. I feel the press of your breasts and soft skin around me, everywhere, coaxing me to flower into you the erection of my body, the life of my poetry. Your light comes in flashes of intuition, falling upon my face as through the sunlit openings of an orchard, and I heed with the attentiveness of my whole body, the animal soul in me. Your dew falls like an erotic enchantment and a buoyancy comes like a fountain rising from the depth of my soul; suddenly I find myself harnessed in shafts of wheat upon the altar of your body, ready to burn, ready to become dough and bread, ready to feed upon the milk of your breasts and the honey of your skin.