Song of the Little Girl
That little girl went and sold
her heart to the wind.
Not enough laughter
under the big sky.
The little wind that stole
the heart of the girl
goes dancing by.
Look, how the trees shake
in the little hands of the wind
that stole the heart
of the girl.
Look how tiny they are
against the big sky,
sailing away.
O see how the sky is stained red
with the heart of that little girl!
CONTENTS
The Day After
page 1
Poem Against the Reagan
Administration page 2
At a Rally in
Washington Against the Draft page 2
America Revisited
page 3
Poems for a Small
Place to Rest page 4
page 5 page
6
What He Would Not
Tell Him page 7
Waking Poem
page 7
Moon
page 7
Laborers
page 7
Spring 1980
page 7
Lebanon 1982
page 8
As the Latin
American War Approaches page 8
Poem for
Immediate Disarmament page 8
To Whom It May Concern
page 9
Song of the Little
Girl page 10