On Diverse Deviations, a sonnet, by Maya Anegelou

On Diverse Deviations

Maya Angelou


When love is a shimmering curtain

Before a door of chance

That leads to a world in question

Wherin the macabrous dance

Of bones that rattle in silence

Of blinded eyes and rolls

Of thick lips thin, denying

A thousand powdered moles,

Where touch to touch is feel

And life a weary whore


I would be carried off, not gently

To a shore.


Where love is the scream of anguish

And no curtain drapes the floor