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IX

Have you got a brook in your little heart, 
Where bashful flowers blow, 
And blushing birds go down to drink, 
And shadows tremble so? 
  
And nobody, knows, so still it flows,         
That any brook is there; 
And yet your little draught of life 
Is daily drunken there. 
  
Then look out for the little brook in March, 
When the rivers overflow,         
And the snows come hurrying from the hills, 
And the bridges often go. 
  
And later, in August it may be, 
When the meadows parching lie, 
Beware, lest this little brook of life         
Some burning noon go dry!

By: Emily Dickinson

I am looking for a love poem that I've read a long time ago.  The only thing I remember about it is that the author writes under a first, middle and last name.  I remember from his biography that he was once in jail.  The poem has repetitions of the phrase "i love you" following each stanza and the last passage goes something like "When no one cares whether you live or die...I love you".  For the life of me I cannot find this poem! Please help! Thank you.  

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[morningtraffic.livejournal.com]

wonderful!

I think this is it...

[reasondefies.livejournal.com]

I Am Offering This Poem
--Jimmy Santiago Baca

I am offering this poem to you,
since I have nothing else to give.
Keep it like a warm coat
when winter comes to cover you,
or like a pair of thick socks
the cold cannot bite through,
I love you,

I have nothing else to give you,
so it is a pot full of yellow corn
to warm your belly in winter,
it is a scarf for your head, to wear
over your hair, to tie up around your face,
I love you,

Keep it, treasure this as you would
if you were lost, needing direction,
in the wilderness life becomes when mature;
and in the corner of your drawer,
tucked away like a cabin or hogan
in dense trees, come knocking,
and I will answer, give you directions,
and let you warm yourself by this fire,
rest by this fire, and make you feel safe,
I love you,

It’s all I have to give,
and all anyone needs to live,
and to go on living inside,
when the world outside
no longer cares if you live or die;
remember,

I love you.

Re: I think this is it...

[the-blue-dahlia.livejournal.com]

OMG! Thank you! It was driving me nuts because I was like "its on the tip of my tongue, what is it, what is it." Thank you!!!! :)