Emily Holmes Coleman poems

Emily Holmes Coleman(22 January 1899 - 13 June 1974 / Oakland / Calafornia / United States)
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The Liberator

- by Emily Holmes Coleman 22

Keys turning
rattling in the loose locks
opening high the doors
that close again
like death-hours coming faster

the walls are white
and the line of beds is staring
all the bars go up and down
and none of them lead outward

and leaping eyes
and stiff limbs
follow the crunch of the keys

I am powerful now
and I will break those that carry the keys
with little hammers
small hammers
which you will make for me
and hide in the porridge
I will break all their heads
and lay them in neat rows
and we shall wave high the keys
and open wide a million doors
and all of us shall dance in the snow
and that poor woman in the spiral casket
shall warm a wooden doll to her dress
&nbs p; and lean her hair in the fire

the grating shall be taken from about the fire
and the woman and the keys shall go within
all of us
shall

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