Poems by Ishmael Reed
I Am an Atheist Who Says His Prayers
... A physical coward, I take on all intellectuals, established poets, popes, rabbis, chiefs of staff ...
Conscription Camp
... s, and songs That pumped by the great central heart of love ...
Aside
... There is proof of the End and the lights and the bow at the curtain, ...
Sunday: New Guinea
... Our faces washed, our hearts in the right place, ...
The Conscientious Objector
... The hostile world shut out, the flags that dripped ...
Troop Train
... And death leads back to trucks and trains and ships, ...
The Intellectual
... d rather be A milkman walking in his sleep at dawn ...
The Fly
... s nose, Climb with the fine leg of a Duncan-Phyfe ...
University
... He was one Whose thought was shapely and whose dream was broad ...
The Dome of Sunday
... no diagonal With melting shadow falls across the curb: ...
Love for a Hand
... But softer still her hand that drifts so white ...
Buick
... You are all instinct with your phosphorous glow and your streaking hair ...
