This is a poem that was handed out to us in English back in November that I found when digging up stuff to study for finals.
Disclaimer--I know they mention the colors white and black, that's supposed to mean good vs. evil, not skin color, absolutely not to be taken in a racist mindset.
I added the colors/bold/italics/different fonts/highlights. I did not re-order the structure or the order; that's the way the author intended it to be.
Okay, all that said, here's one healthy serving of my ideological visions for the world, comin' right up:
The Wings
By Denise Levertov
Something hangs in back of me,
I can't see it, can't move it.
I know it's black,
a hump on my back.
It's heavy. You
can't see it.
What's in it? Don't tell me
you don't know. It's
what you told me about--
black
inimical power, cold
whirling out of it and
around me and
sweeping you flat.
But what if,
like a camel, it's
pure energy I store,
and carry humped and heavy?
Not black, not
that terror, stupidity
of cold rage; or black
only for being pent there?
What if released in air
it became a white
source of light, a fountain
of light? Could all that weight
be the power of flight?
Look inward: see me
with embryo wings, one
feathered in soot, the other
blazing ciliations of ember, pale
flare-pinions. Well--
could I go
on one wing,
the white one?
What if we could all go on our one wing?
~Peace~
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Katbird
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There are a lot of problems in the world, and if I'm the one to change them . . . I've got God on my side and I'm up to the challenge!
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