(7 June 1917 – 3 December 2000 / Topeka, Kansas)

To Be In Love

To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.
You look at things
Through his eyes.
A cardinal is red.
A sky is blue.
Suddenly you know he knows too.
He is not there but
You know you are tasting together
The winter, or a light spring weather.
His hand to take your hand is overmuch.
Too much to bear.
You cannot look in his eyes
Because your pulse must not say
What must not be said.
When he
Shuts a door-
Is not there_
Your arms are water.
And you are free
With a ghastly freedom.
You are the beautiful half
Of a golden hurt.
You remember and covet his mouth
To touch, to whisper on.
Oh when to declare
Is certain Death!
Oh when to apprize
Is to mesmerize,
To see fall down, the Column of Gold,
Into the commonest ash.


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I know I'm 10 but I love her poems they are sweet and they are good for people when their down or having a bad times but I'm still 10 and that won; t change a thing and love and hope we love her and what she has done for us thank.By: Jhayanna Brooks
A beautiful love poem well articulated and nicely penned with insight. Lovely and very passionate write. Thanks for sharing.
Superb
Im researching Gwendolyn and shes amazing but im having trouble writing an original poem shawdoing her work because she doesnt really have a set pattern with her poems but its still amazing
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