Sunday, September 1, 2013

Fiftieth Anniversary


My grandfather tells me not to let them rub my head. 
I don’t know why this is, but, later, when
I hear the tale a black boy’s crown
brings his master good luck, I understand


Something else, now.

A Poem Also about Psychoanalysis

I studied the problem inside me, something absurd
In the world 
To live with, try to sing about, and sing. 

And the poem was the song

To live with, try to sing and sing about.
In the world,
I studied the problem inside me, something absurd:

History was happening; my people still not free—
I was a child learning Negro History.

For many children, the age of 7 is the age of social awareness, a perspective on the world that broadens beyond what is identified as local, and some beginning awareness of a history beyond the one the child conceives as one’s immediate own.  When I was 7, the March on Washington, the bombing of the Birmingham church and the deaths of those four like-aged girls, and the assassination of President Kennedy marked my entry into social awareness, and the particular quest for the civil rights of Negroes.  As I learned more about the history and circumstances of that quest, I began to develop what would prove to be twin interests—writing poems and understanding the complexity of the human mind. 

1 comment:

John K said...

Thanks for these. So glad you're still blogging and writing your beautiful poems.