love note by gwendolyn brooks
still, it is dear defiance now to carry
fair flags of you above my indignation,
top, with a pretty glory and a merry
softness, the scattered pound of my cold passion.
i pull you down my foxhole. do you mind?
you burn in bits of saucy color and then.
i let you flutter out against the pained
volleys. against my power crumpled and wan
you, and the yellow pert exuberance
of dandelion days, unmocking sun:
the blowing of clear wind in your gay hair;
love changeful in you (like a music or like a sweet mournfulness, or like a dance,
or like the tender struggle of a fan).
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it’s about a man day dreaming about a girl during WWI