When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I CRY.
When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I CRY.
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i love this poem it enspires many feeling in me. Maya Angelou you are a wonderful poet.!
i love them
All of your poems really inspire me in some kind of way but When You Come is one of my top favorites besides Phenomenal Woman.
I love this poem. I think the imagery of an attic is wonderful because to children an attic can be scary but wildly exciting. That is also a description of how love can sometimes be, especially love that is unattainable or forbidden.
Wonderful is the only word for this poem. Thanks….
To tell a long story,the words can be very short.
Maya Angelou is so PEACE!!!!!
your poem was all about me it was fabulous I hope u write more as good as this one
p.s. keep your head up and never let it fall
LOVE FALENCIA 4 – SHO
This poem is good it tells what we are all feeling.