February 27, 2009

Angel’s Lament

By Tony Brown

Rilke was wrong; it’s not we
who are terrible,
but our wings.

In life, I always slept
on my back so I could look up
all night and imagine this place;

now I’m stuck
on my belly, and all my dreams
are about from where I came.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown
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