December 29th, 2005
No Images
She does not know
Her beauty,
She thinks her brown skin
Has no glory.
If she could dance
Naked,
Under palm trees
And see her image in the river
She would know.
But there are no palm trees
On the street,
And dishwater gives back no images.
-William Waring Cuney
Tags: Poetry, No Images, William Waring Cuney
anirudh says:
if she could ever run to the forest !
December 29th, 2005 at 09:52 pm