I have a love/hate relationship with poetry. Poetry that doesn’t speak to me is really hard for me to sit through, I tend to feel like I’m in physical pain trying to listen to it. Poetry where I feel like singing some Roberta Flack via the Fugees (get it?) to the poet, that’s where the love/hate is clearest – love because I find it amazing when someone is able to remind you of a very specific moment/feeling you had with a few words, hate because I no longer write (as much as I should).
So a look at 3 poets/pieces who/that speak to (something in) me in ways that are unbearable:
One of my friends shared the piece with me after I quoted a line from Richie Spices “Serious Woman” to her (“serious girl… the way you roll not everyone is gonna like your style”). When I read it, I took a few moments of silence and proceeded to copy and paste the link into every gchat window I had open. The last 3 lines encapsulate the meaning for me : “you are terrifying/and strange and beautiful/ something not everyone knows how to love.” Warsan Shire consistently manages to make me feel simultaneously naked and unalone when I read her work. I’m very excited about the fact that I’ll be seeing her live in January at the IFreeCan Launch.
a woman loves a manshe will lick the sweat from his foreheadshe will walk miles to see himand wait for him by the corner……she will bear his children proudlybut when he turns sour on herscowling. wiping her face with his angerstiffening his spine beside her on the bednot caressing her w/ eye-lash or word or jookof the elbow. she will curdle like milk
bays of her body have been turned into moneythe grass ploughed up & fed into mortar of housesfor master for mister for massa for mortal baasher sands are now owned by the minister midas& have been burned into careful gold brochuresthe leaves of her trees are now printed in amsterdamher breadfruit is sold into foreigner factories& returned to her sons wrapped up in tins to be eaten as chips& the lips of the bankers smile as they rip her children to debts
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
John Donne had plenty lyrics, talking bout because he and his wife are one person when he leaves they’re not being separated but they as a unit are simply expanding, becoming bigger. Big big big lines.
people, what poetry speaks to you?