Dorothy Lee Richardson

Flags are a common symbol;Outer brightness speakingFor an inner warmth:The country of the heart—The homeland.When I come homeI will look from the dropping planeTo see the mat of greenTurn into soft green furOf the healthy thick-haired earth.When [...]

I take chaos in my hand;—No, I take it first in mindAnd create it my own land Disorganized, where shade and lightTremble together, and where beatSilence and sound in a running fight, Until I hold them in my mouthAnd sort them out with tongue an [...]