Poem Hunter
(1965 / Abor, Volta Region, Ghana)


I, being poor,
have only my dreams,
I spread them before their feet
and they walked on it.

so, I being poor,
have only my dreams to kiss
even though I professed
on many occasions,
in their breast, doth my heart rest,
their love is still a desire
I never will reach

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