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[vriad_lee]

The Bean Eaters by Gwendolyn Brooks



They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair.
Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,
Tin flatware.

Two who are Mostly Good.
Two who have lived their day,
But keep on putting on their clothes
And putting things away.

And remembering . . .
Remembering, with twinklings and twinges,
As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that
is full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths,
tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes.

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[poemtree.livejournal.com]

I can nail my left palm
to the left-hand crosspiece but
I can't do everything myself.
I need a hand to nail the right,
a help, a love, a you, a wife.

by alan dugan

i have been trying to re-find this poem to show you- if only because i am evil, et cetera- for a while now and i just found it in an old paper journal of mine. it's maybe the only alan dugan poem that i like. read it to natasha (hah, hah, hah).

[vriad-lee.livejournal.com]

that's one nice poem, send me more poems/poets that you like please
some day, dialup will kill me