Thomas Wyatt (1503-42)

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They flee from me, that sometime did me seek
With naked foot stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame and meek
That now are wild, and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be Fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better, but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise
Where her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she caught me in her arms long and small,
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss,
And softly said, 'Dear heart, how like you this?'

It was no dream; I lay broad waking.
But all is turned through my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of foresaking.
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindely am served,
I fain would know what she hath deserved.

The Same as Gold ~ Alice Walker

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The Same as Gold

Now that I
Understand
That grief
Emotionally speaking
Is the same
As gold
I do not despair
That we are
All of us
Born to grieve.

There was a
Small dark
Girl
In my dream
The other night;
She had been
Left with me
By strange women
On their way
Somewhere
Else.

Taking her into
My arms
Into my house
Which had no roof
My tears
Covered us
Like rain.

~ Alice Walker
from Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth