Reader's Place: April 3, 2022
READERS PLACE APRIL 2022
NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.” —Rita Dove
That we will sing
…..
Afterwards, the addicts in a circle of folding chairs rose for you,
speaking of God in Paterson to their teacher the heretic, reaching
for your hands as if they could take the spirit in your skin back
to the shelter where they sleep tonight, touching you the way
I touch you sometimes, not in lust but in astonishment, telling
myself I did not imagine you, that you are here, that we will sing.
Martín Espada, Floaters: Poems, 2021 (Library Catalog)
Driving Mama Home from Work
I’m tired she sighs Time to retire
Me too
You are young still
Young, but unlucky in love
You need a man who…
Loves me?
No, pities you
Mama, we’re not in Ukraine anymore
We’re women anywhere we go
Tamara Zbrizher, Tell me something good: poems, 2019. (Library Catalog)
Bourbon and Blues
For T.C. Cannon, a brother of poetry and song
…..
We were wild then.
I will always remember that night far south
Of town where we sat at the bar after our escape.
You had gone to war and had become a painter, poet and singer.
I was a poet, mother and I was learning how to sing.
We talked history, heartache, the blues, and what it means
To be an artist with nothing to lose, because we lost everything,
here, at the edge of America.
Joy Harjo, An American sunrise: Poems, 2021. (Library Catalog)
Praise Dance
For Mama
Annie, his great
grandmother, at her 85th birthday
& at her feet, my second cousin
performs a praise
dance, whirling, bobbing –
pale gloves
a magician’s, his face
painted white
like a tribesman,
mine.
Nothing
disappears. Only
this bowing –
thanking her
& how we all got here.
Kevin Young, Stones: Poems, 2021 (Library Catalog)
Eternity
Nanluoguxiang Alley
Every chance I get, every face I see, I find myself
Searching for a glimpse of myself, my daughter, my sons,
More often, I find there former students, old lovers,
Friends I knew once and had until now forgotten. My
Sisters, a Russian neighbor, a red-haired American actor.
And on and on, uncannily, as though all of us must be
Buried deep within each other.
Tracy K. Smith, Such color: New and selected poems, 2021 (Library Catalog)
Compiled by Ina Rimpau