Poem 001

Thursday, November 28th, 2002
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On Thanksgiving, 100 Things

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To me I tell my list of things:
My mom and dad and sister and
My food and bed and house and
My computer and my cds
And the cold and the heat and My
left eye, right eye, hands, ears, nose, mouth.

I add in health and liberty,
I write in pride and tenacity,
I remember woman's rights;
My flowing grace, my graceful looks,
But more the grass, trees, sky, sun, stars,
To feel and hear and see water

And play with friends and with them laugh
and cry; To watch an opera,
To listen to a symphony,
Or to visit a museum
Where dwells the finest painted craft
And shelters sculpture with fair light,

Then I remember, Oh! This list
reflects myself. So I must add
intelligence and prejudice
and ignorance and cruelty
and passing time and loneliness
and death. - For these things listed

make me me; a girl, woman,
and a human, for which my thanks
is least, for which the truth is most.