Sunday, January 23, 2011

Sunday Salon: Sharing Poetry With You

Every Sunday, I aim to share poetry with you which had had some impact on me. I am Calling it Sharing Poetry With You. As I didn't have a button for it and also don't know how to make one, I requested Violet Crush as well as Veens to make one for me. Both were kind enough to do that for me. Here I am posting both the buttons.

Made by Violet Crush 
Made by Veens

Feel free to use either. I love them both!

Now back to poetry. Today I share something, which I think will touch a chord with all of us in some way or the other.

Some Different Kinda Books, from Black Wings & Blind Angels, by Sapphire

She asks why we always
read books about black people.
(I spare her the news she is black.)
She wants something different.
Her own book is written in pencil.
She painstakingly goes back & corrects
the misspelled words.
We write each day.
Each day the words look like
a retarded hand from Mars
wrote them.
Each day she asks me how
do you spell: didn't, tomorrow, done
husband, son, learning, went, gone . . .
I can't think of all the words she can’t spell.
It’s easier to think of what she can spell:
I am sorry I was out teacher.
My husband was sick.
You know I never miss school.
In that other program
I wasn't learning nothing.
Here, I'm learning so I come.
What's wrong with my husband?
I don't know. He's in the hospital. He's real sick
I was almost out the room
when I hear the nurse ask him,
Do you do drugs?
He say yes.
I say what!
I don’t know nuthin' 'bout no drugs.
I'm going off in the hospital.
He's sick.
I'm mad.
Nobody tells you nuthin'!
I didn't hear that nurse
I wouldn't know
Condoms? No, teacher.
He's my husband.
I never been with another man.

I think he got AIDS
he still don't tell me.
I did teacher. I tried
to read the chart at the hospital
but I couldn't figure out those words.
Doctor don't say, he say privacy.
The nurse tell me.
She's Puerto Rican. She say your husband
got AIDS.
I go off in the hospital.
Nobody tells me nuthin'.
He come home.
He say it's not true,
he's fine.
He's so skinny without his clothes
he try to hide hisself nekkid
don't want me to look.
I say you got to use
one of those things.
He say nuthin's wrong.
with him.

He stop sayin' that.
Now he just say he's gonna die
all the time
all the time
I say STOP that talk,
the doctor say you could
live a long time
my sister-in-law say,
he got it so you got it
it's like that.
I say, I don't got it,
my kids don't got it either.
Teacher, I need a letter for welfare
that I'm coming to school
on a regular basis.

He's in P.R.,
before that he started messing around
Over the Christmas holidays
he died.
That's where I was at
in P.R.
I'm fine. Yeah, I'm sure teacher.
What do I wanna do teacher?
I just wanna read some different
kinda books.

The questions she asks are so relevant. This poem has a whole range of emotions and we are with her all through it. It speaks of literacy, it speaks of learning and it speaks of knowledge. All are different yet related. 
What are your thoughts about the poem? 

And do feel free your favourite poetry with us. If you like, I will post that for you here!


Harvee said...

Very moving!

Right now I'm reading Pablo Neruda's love poems and an anthology of poets edited by Garrison Keillor.

Book Bird Dog

Mason Canyon said...

Very moving poem. It does speak of some many things we sometimes take for granted.

Thoughts in Progress

Gavin said...

Thanks for posting this. I've been reading poems from Linebreak all week.

Laurie said...

Wonderful poem. I've been sharing poetry every Sunday on my blog for a few months now, and I know two other book bloggers who are doing the same, but on different days of the week.
What do you say we make a network to make it easier for our readers to blog-hop, shall we?
We could each set up a sidebar on our pages w/the other blogs linked, and then see who adds on from there...
What do you say?