How can you not relish in such faith? He lives in New York City. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees.
This all has something to do with English itself, with where stresses naturally fall in particular words, but the way that these words are put together in Wheatley's poem directs whether and how we attend to them. In and Out of Time The sun has come.
All the people out of work, Hold for three, then twist and jerk. Who else but him—present in a world that claimed he was, in at least two ways, wrong—could bring us so much closer, that intimate with our own breathing bodies, which will fail us?
We see in the distance… our long way home. He does it without sacrificing the history that, perhaps, occupies any table of black people playing any game.
I will give you no hiding place down here. This is no easy feat: He lives in Massachusetts.
Bowed head and lowered eyes? No less to Midas than the mendicant. In the mode of her time, Wheatley's poem is clean, uncorrupted. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
The poetic craft of chant and righteous rage finds a delicate balance on the page as May threads together repetition and steel and nature as comforting as any lullaby. Today, the first and last of every tree Speaks to humankind. This poem gave me a voice and a crucial model to carve out my own world, to know it is possible to sing a self.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic, Gatherings of days too few. Here is Clifton stepping inside the American poetic tradition—a tradition that never considered her, however multitudinously it declared itself—and fashioning a new mold for her life, for black womanhood in all its broad fields and rivers of wonder.
Phenomenal Woman Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.
This neoclassical poem, written by an enslaved young woman, barely out of her teens, is rebellious even as it appears to follow all the rules.
The horizon leans forward, Offering you space to place new steps of change. Remember me. Camille T.