While love is unfashionable
let us live
unfashionably.
Seeing the world
a complex ball
in small hands;
love our blackest garment.
Let us be poor
in all but truth, and courage
handed down
by the old
spirits.
Let us be intimate with
ancestral ghosts
and music
of the undead.
While love is dangerous
let us walk bareheaded
beside the Great River.
Let us gather blossoms
under fire.
- Alice Walker
You may know her as a novelist, but clearly she's a fine poet as well. Visit her website, Alice Walker's Garden. My gratitude to Inward/Outward for posting this poem on their site on Friday.
MFB,
L
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