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By Nikki Giovanni

In a profession that has earned her accolades, honorary levels, and awards from either fellow poets and daily poetry fanatics, Nikki Giovanni has proven herself as a author who can entertain and problem, tell and encourage. occasionally arguable, occasionally airy, yet continually appealing, her poems circulation readers of all shades and generations. With Bicycles, she's gathered poems that function a spouse to her 1997 Love Poems. An immediate vintage, that book—romantic, daring, and erotic—expressed notions of affection in ways in which have been delightfully unforeseen. within the years that undefined, Giovanni skilled losses either private and non-private. A mother's passing, a sister's, too. A bloodbath at the campus at which she teaches. And simply while it appeared existence was once spinning uncontrolled, Giovanni redis-covered love—what she calls the antidote. right here romantic love—and all its manifestations, the actual contact, the emotional pull, the hungry heart—is distilled as by no means sooner than by means of considered one of our such a lot proficient poets.

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Alvin Ailey’s Revelations . . Mae Jemison’s ride in space . . Mingus Live at Carnegie Hall All things good are good: poetry . . patience . . a ripe tomato on the vine . . a bat in flight . . the new moon . . me in your arms . . things like that 49 DEAL OR NO DEAL (for ENGL 4714 CRN 16937) My class is not sure That I should apply to Deal or No Deal They think I am lucky After all I am teaching Them They know I am smart they are For example learning yet They don’t want to see me Make those greedy mistakes And push beyond The envelope The banker is neither friend Nor foe He’s a machine To think you can beat him Is to think you will win At Vegas or love 50 But I persist My dream is a red dress Above my knees High-heel red sandals And me coming over the top The music booming Hi Howie I will say With a lovely smile I don’t want to play the game I want to be it They were born forty years after me Yet I am younger I know you cannot go Through life Unless you are willing For love or money To make a fool Of yourself Where else does the ecstasy lie 51 I P ROV I D E I am the stretch The scratch The way your shoulders Shrug off sleep I am the first note Of the song you sing The first beat Of the rhythm you tap The only high note You reach I am the ink On your newspaper The grounds That make your coffee The bread That you will toast I am your shoelaces For your run The towel for your sweat The seat you recline against As you catch your breath I am the salt in your stew The butter in which you scramble your eggs The apples that flavor your yogurt 52 I am the wish On the flame of your candles When they sing “Happy Birthday” Blow me, baby I am yours Everything you need I provide Now tell me Why You’re not happy 53 G R AY C L O U D S H O V E R Gray clouds hover The chimes outdoors toll Water splashes out of the birdbaths The winter winds swirl fallen leaves Folklore says if the leaves Make a circle there will be A death at that home I do not worry I have me to keep Me warm February is the shortest month 54 I AM THE OCEAN (for Fifty Women Over Fifty) I am the ocean .

A ripe tomato on the vine . . a bat in flight . . the new moon . . me in your arms . . things like that 49 DEAL OR NO DEAL (for ENGL 4714 CRN 16937) My class is not sure That I should apply to Deal or No Deal They think I am lucky After all I am teaching Them They know I am smart they are For example learning yet They don’t want to see me Make those greedy mistakes And push beyond The envelope The banker is neither friend Nor foe He’s a machine To think you can beat him Is to think you will win At Vegas or love 50 But I persist My dream is a red dress Above my knees High-heel red sandals And me coming over the top The music booming Hi Howie I will say With a lovely smile I don’t want to play the game I want to be it They were born forty years after me Yet I am younger I know you cannot go Through life Unless you are willing For love or money To make a fool Of yourself Where else does the ecstasy lie 51 I P ROV I D E I am the stretch The scratch The way your shoulders Shrug off sleep I am the first note Of the song you sing The first beat Of the rhythm you tap The only high note You reach I am the ink On your newspaper The grounds That make your coffee The bread That you will toast I am your shoelaces For your run The towel for your sweat The seat you recline against As you catch your breath I am the salt in your stew The butter in which you scramble your eggs The apples that flavor your yogurt 52 I am the wish On the flame of your candles When they sing “Happy Birthday” Blow me, baby I am yours Everything you need I provide Now tell me Why You’re not happy 53 G R AY C L O U D S H O V E R Gray clouds hover The chimes outdoors toll Water splashes out of the birdbaths The winter winds swirl fallen leaves Folklore says if the leaves Make a circle there will be A death at that home I do not worry I have me to keep Me warm February is the shortest month 54 I AM THE OCEAN (for Fifty Women Over Fifty) I am the ocean .

Alvin Ailey’s Revelations . . Mae Jemison’s ride in space . . Mingus Live at Carnegie Hall All things good are good: poetry . . patience . . a ripe tomato on the vine . . a bat in flight . . the new moon . . me in your arms . . things like that 49 DEAL OR NO DEAL (for ENGL 4714 CRN 16937) My class is not sure That I should apply to Deal or No Deal They think I am lucky After all I am teaching Them They know I am smart they are For example learning yet They don’t want to see me Make those greedy mistakes And push beyond The envelope The banker is neither friend Nor foe He’s a machine To think you can beat him Is to think you will win At Vegas or love 50 But I persist My dream is a red dress Above my knees High-heel red sandals And me coming over the top The music booming Hi Howie I will say With a lovely smile I don’t want to play the game I want to be it They were born forty years after me Yet I am younger I know you cannot go Through life Unless you are willing For love or money To make a fool Of yourself Where else does the ecstasy lie 51 I P ROV I D E I am the stretch The scratch The way your shoulders Shrug off sleep I am the first note Of the song you sing The first beat Of the rhythm you tap The only high note You reach I am the ink On your newspaper The grounds That make your coffee The bread That you will toast I am your shoelaces For your run The towel for your sweat The seat you recline against As you catch your breath I am the salt in your stew The butter in which you scramble your eggs The apples that flavor your yogurt 52 I am the wish On the flame of your candles When they sing “Happy Birthday” Blow me, baby I am yours Everything you need I provide Now tell me Why You’re not happy 53 G R AY C L O U D S H O V E R Gray clouds hover The chimes outdoors toll Water splashes out of the birdbaths The winter winds swirl fallen leaves Folklore says if the leaves Make a circle there will be A death at that home I do not worry I have me to keep Me warm February is the shortest month 54 I AM THE OCEAN (for Fifty Women Over Fifty) I am the ocean .

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