Best Lyon Poems

Clementine Lyon
1917-1918

Little does anyone remember,
That when the wee little birth door opens,
And the first light blindingly shines through,
Death is standing there, 
Laughing,
With his sticky net swishing to catch you.
But tiny me, how lucky I was.
I survived the birth plunge;
I made it through, squirmingly,
To this strange...

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I AM NOT SCREAMING FOR DEATH 
OR CRYING TO RELEASE THE PAIN
WHEN DOVES FLY IT DOES NOT 
REMIND ME OF LOVE OR WEDDINGS

I THINK BABIES SUCK, I THINK STAYING
AT HOME SUCKS WHEN THEIR IS NO PEACE
IN YOUR HOUSE, OR PEACE IN YOUR MIND

I THINK WEDDINGS...

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I am from glass globes of roses,
from Gardenias and Gerbers.
I am from dust floating in the air, 
caught in winter sun.
I am from lilacs
that can't be contained,
whose fragrance colours early spring.

I'm from toilet paper tubes and marbles,
from King's Daughters and Mayflowers.
I am from a pinch...

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