Friday, January 30, 2009

Poetry Friday

Tracy K. Smith


The earth is dry and they live wanting.
Each with a small reservoir
Of furious music heavy in the throat.
They drag it out and with nails in their feet
Coax the night into being. Brief believing.
A skirt shimmering with sequins and lies.
And in this night that is not night,
Each word is a wish, each phrase
A shape their bodies ache to fill—

I’m going to braid my hair
Braid many colors into my hair
I’ll put a long braid in my hair
And write your name there

They defy gravity to feel tugged back.
The clatter, the mad slap of landing.

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January said...

Duende is a great book. Thanks for posting the poem.

Yat-Yee said...

Thanks for the poem. Furious music at the throat: powerful.