Poetry Tuesday: Sonia Sanchez, most known for her affiliation with the Black Arts movement in the 60s and 70s.
The Philadelphia Weekly did a Q&A with her last year.
Ballad
(after the spanish)
forgive me if i laugh you are so sure of love you are so young and i too old to learn of love. the rain exploding in the air is love the grass excreting her green wax is love and stones remembering past steps is love, but you. you are too young for love and i too old. once. what does it matter when or who, i knew of love. i fixed my body under his and went to sleep in love all trace of me was wiped away forgive me if i smile young heiress of a naked dream you are so young and i too old to learn of love.
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This is from my old neighborhood in Camden, where people have taken to painting poetry on abandoned houses.
mm.. what an awesome, powerful photo. So great that poetry is being written on houses. Did you start that? ; )
ReplyDeleteI wish I had! It started shortly after I left. I took this picture last Easter.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great picture!
ReplyDeleteHere's another love poem:
Love Like Salt
It lies in our hands in crystals
too intricate to decipher
It goes into the skillet
without being given a second thought
It spills on the floor so fine
we step all over it
We carry a pinch behind each eyeball
It breaks out on our foreheads
We store it inside our bodies
in secret wineskins
At supper, we pass it around the table
talking of holidays and the sea.
- Lisel Mueller