Rain blazes in that hemisphere <br />of my mind <br />where little else happens <br />neither sunshine nor cloudburst <br />and certainly not the blossoming of the <br /> <br />power of love you cherish <br />which so much overwhelms my tongue <br />give to speech <br />in the necessary workplaces <br />where freedom is obscene. <br /> <br />And from a drab window falls the <br />happy consequence of clouds <br />which the roots of passionate trees <br />receive with splendid gratitude <br />and which may return to us all in <br />their time <br /> <br />and in their special ways, <br />linking hand to fruit <br />and fruit to the promise of our <br />prayerful hope and love <br />and the triumph of the effort of <br /> <br />the always beating pulse <br />in the wrist and temple of the architect <br />who wars. <br />I am thinking about you. <br />Angela Davis <br /> <br />I am thinking about you and <br />what I want to do <br />is to command the drying pools <br />of rain <br />to wet your tired feet and <br />lift your face <br />to the gift of the roof of <br />clouds we owe you<br /><br />Martin Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-angela-davis/
