For Gwen Brooks
“she yielding of Senses”
Say—
she heard a sound,
and it was so beautiful
she tried to find it.
Say, she saw a light and
thought she would follow
it.
Say—
she lay down and
sleep was so delicious—
decided not to get up.
Notes:
Unpublished poem dated December 12, 2000. Reproduced with permission of Nina Rodgers Gordon.
This poem is part of the portfolio “Carolyn Marie Rodgers: What Beauty We Now Have” from the October 2022 issue.
Source:
Poetry
(October 2022)
