won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life?
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
The ghastly body swaying in the sun:
The women thronged to look, but never a one
Showed sorrow in her eyes of steely blue
‘Tis ten years since you died, mother,
Just ten dark years of pain,
And oh, I only wish that I
Could weep just once again.
Joy shakes me like the wind that lifts a sail…
The feminist poet and scholar Audre Lorde left a legacy that my generation, women, people of colour and members of the LGBTQ community have widely and wisely embraced. And we still … Continue reading →
This short film adapts a poem by the former US Poet Laureate Tracy K Smith, whose father worked on the Hubble as one of NASA’s first Black engineers, with meticulously crafted visuals from the Brazilian animation director Daniel Brunson to create a wondrous ode to our desire to know the Universe.
Come trouble’s birthday,
I think of every gift people get
They don’t use. Oh, and I
Pray.
Our beloved lay down and then eloped
to that other world.
Africa? A book one thumbs
Listlessly, till slumber comes.
Unremembered are her bats
Circling through the night, her cats
Crouching in the river reeds
President-elect Joe Biden, poet Elizabeth Alexander, psychologist Angela Duckworth, and a chorus of working fathers and sons join Poetry in America host Elisa New to reflect on Robert Hayden’s sonnet “Those Winter Sundays.”
All that my yearning spirit craves,
Is bury me not in a land of slaves.
Revolution is comprised of 7 vignettes where individuals talk, discuss how being Black has impacted them and what the word revolution means to them.
And now, each night I count the stars,
And each night I get the same number.
And when they will not come to be counted,
I count the holes they leave.