Letters exchanged, over the years, and clever poems read.

I am tired of building up somebody else's civilization," the poem reads.

The poem she is reading this night - her own - proceeds to describe an overwhelming sexual encounter.

Hawk produced the poem and Mary read the first and the last verse.

One such poem reads, "He smells and runs but gives sad swift love."

His poems, both in Amharic and English, were also widely read.

"You trace the scar along my spine, and I imagine what it must feel like," reads one poem.

The poem is in the first person and reads much like a monologue.

I have come to be distracted when hearing poems read aloud now - well mostly.

I'm glad for any controversy that gets Anne's poems read again.