Incident
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.
Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."
I saw the whole of Balimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.
-- Countée Cullen
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, December 16, 2007
12-13-07
The Bagel
I stopped to pick up the bagel
rolling away in the wind,
annoyed with myself
for having dropped it
as if it were a portent.
Faster and faster it rolled,
with me running after it
bent low, gritting my teeth,
and I found myself doubled over
and rolling down the street
head over heels, one complete somersault
after another like a bagel
and strangely happy with myself.
-- David Ignatow
I stopped to pick up the bagel
rolling away in the wind,
annoyed with myself
for having dropped it
as if it were a portent.
Faster and faster it rolled,
with me running after it
bent low, gritting my teeth,
and I found myself doubled over
and rolling down the street
head over heels, one complete somersault
after another like a bagel
and strangely happy with myself.
-- David Ignatow
Thursday, May 10, 2007
5-9-07
You've thirty girls at your command,
    and thirty slave-boys too,
but just one cock, which doesn't rise.
    What are you going to do?
-- Marcus Valerius Martialis
    and thirty slave-boys too,
but just one cock, which doesn't rise.
    What are you going to do?
-- Marcus Valerius Martialis
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