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A Red, Red Rose

Robert Burns single-handedly made the Scottish way of speaking English not only known but genteel. Or so goes the story. He definitely contributed to its popular knowledge and popularity with his poetry, written in the Scots dialect. As odd as it seems, especially to those for whom English is not their first language, there is a wonderful honesty to the way it is worded and spelled.

And, of course, it’s good poetry.

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I moved among your fingers

Well, now.

The Raiment We Put On

Do you remember? We were in a room
With walls as warm as anybody’s breath,
And music wove us on its patterning loom,
The complicated loom of life and death.
Your hands moved over my face like small clouds.
(Rain fell into a river and sank, somewhere.)
I moved among your fingers, brushed by the small crowds
Of them, feeling myself known, everywhere,
And in that desperate country so far from here,
I heard you say my name over and over,
Your voice threading its way into my ear.
I will spend my days working to discover
The pattern and its meaning, what you meant,
What has been raveled and what has been rent.

 

(Kelly Cherry)