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There are so many different kinds of love.
There are so many different ways to look at love.
And several ways to approach this poem.
This is not a mushy, sugar-sweet poem about romance.
And yet you’ll find joy in it.
Do you have a favorite poem about love?
How is it different from this poem?
Who are these two people?
Can you describe them?
(Their ages? Size? Jobs? Favorite foods? Hopes and dreams?)
Or maybe you can send us a video of you singing a song that would fit these two characters.
It’s time to Read and React. Enjoy!
-THE BP TEAM
AN ASPECT OF LOVE,
ALIVE IN THE ICE AND FIRE
In a package of minutes there is this We.
Merry foreigners in our morning,
we laugh, we touch each other,
are responsible props and posts.
A physical light is in the room.
Because the world is at the window
we cannot wonder very long.
You rise. Although
genial, you are in yourself again.
your direct and respectable stride.
You are direct and self-accepting as a lion
in Afrikan velvet. You are level, lean,
There is a moment in Camaraderie
when interruption is not to be understood.
I cannot bear an interruption.
This is the shining joy;
the time of not-to-end.
On the street we smile.
in different directions
down the imperturbable street.
— Gwendolyn Brooks
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- THE BP TEAM