Hurry
by Marie Howe
We stop at the dry cleaners and the grocery store
and the gas station and the green market and
Hurry up honey, I say, hurry,
as she runs along two or three steps behind me
her blue jacket unzipped and her socks rolled down.
Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave?
To mine? Where one day she might stand all grown?
Today, when all the errands are finally done, I say to her,
Honey I’m sorry I keep saying Hurry—
you walk ahead of me. You be the mother.
And, Hurry up, she says, over her shoulder, looking
back at me, laughing. Hurry up now darling, she says,
hurry, hurry, taking the house keys from my hands.
End of the poem
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- The Language of William Dunbar
- Among The Narcissi by Sylvia Plath
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- Pax Britannica poem – Alfred Austin
- Veronica’s Napkin by William Butler Yeats
- Огюст Барбье – Любовь к песням
- Олег Бундур – Идем мы с дедом
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- LIGHT ECHOES by Sonya Ki Tomlinson
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