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Welcome to OpenLinkNight everyone.   As you know, OpenLinkNight  is your opportunity to link 1 poem of your choice as this is no prompt-day. For those who missed the Mr Linky deadline the past week or this Tuesday’s poetics about “Purifying the mind“, this is also your opportunity to share your poem.

Just a note that our poetry form challenge, Dizain is still open for another week, before we move on to another poetry form.   Don’t forget to visit and comment on the later link ups as well.

Today’s featured poet is Toni Morrison, who died last August 5, 2019.   She was an American novelist, essayist, editor, teacher, and professor. She was the first African-American woman to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. Upon the publication of her first novel, The Bluest Eye (1970), Morrison was recognized as one of the most powerful and distinct voices in literature. Her 1987 novel, Beloved, won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and was named the best work of American fiction of the late 20th century by The New York Times in 2006.  Here are 3 poems:

Eve Remembering

1

I tore from a limb fruit that had lost its green.
My hands were warmed by the heat of an apple
Fire red and humming.
I bit sweet power to the core.
How can I say what it was like?
The taste! The taste undid my eyes
And led me far from the gardens planted for a child
To wildernesses deeper than any master’s call.

2

Now these cool hands guide what they once caressed;
Lips forget what they have kissed.
My eyes now pool their light
Better the summit to see.

3

I would do it all over again:
Be the harbor and set the sail,
Loose the breeze and harness the gale,
Cherish the harvest of what I have been.
Better the summit to scale.
Better the summit to be.

It Comes Unadorned

It comes
Unadorned
Like a phrase
Strong enough to cast a spell;
It comes
Unbidden,
Like the turn of sun through hills
Or stars in wheels of song.
The jeweled feet of women dance the earth.
Arousing it to spring.
Shoulders broad as a road bend to share the weight of years.
Profiles breach the distance and lean
Toward an ordinary kiss.
Bliss.
It comes naked into the world like a charm.

I Am Not Seaworthy

I am not seaworthy.
Look how the fish mistake my hair for home.
I had a life, like you. I shouldn’t be riding the sea.
I am not seaworthy.
Let me be earth bound; star fixed
Mixed with sun and smacking air.
Give me the smile, the magic kiss
To trick little boy death of my hand.
I am not seaworthy. Look how the fish mistake my hair for home.

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See you at the poetry trail. ~Grace~