after Francis Thompson: a glosa
“at the turning of the year// in sight of 70, anticipating retreat/ I know the Kingdom’s door will swing//to receive me soon some new year morning…”
Poem of the Week (January 18), by John Robert Lee.
“at the turning of the year// in sight of 70, anticipating retreat/ I know the Kingdom’s door will swing//to receive me soon some new year morning…”
Poem of the Week (January 18), by John Robert Lee.
“We know the triumphant end of that old scenario:/ disembowelled shroud, vacant catacomb…” Three poems to mark Easter Sunday, by John Robert Lee.
Read More“…this one book I have been writing/ in canticles kwéyòl/ dancing lines of lakonmèt and weedova/ their violons and chak-chak in my ear…” Poem of the Week (January 13), by John Robert Lee.
Read More“We did not know/ That power does not grow/ From the barrel of a clenched fist…” Poem of the Week (September 15), by George Goddard.
Read More“My grandmother feared ghosts. I mocked her.// Alone, I learned that despair is a graveyard…”
Weekend poem, by Juleus Ghunta.
“The road at this hour, that late-night hour/ of road spread wide with silence; that car,/ careful and slow, lone sound of engine/ quarreling with itself…” By Vladimir Lucien, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
Read More“All I can do is warn: lacking the right/ form, the whole dark sea’ll come crashing your dam…” By Jane King, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
Read More“You took me by the hand,/ your child nearing forty…” By McDonald Dixon, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
Read More“There’ve always been Sunday mornings like this,/ when God became young again/ and looking back you see/ that childhood was a Sunday morning.” By Kendel Hippolyte, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
Read More“From islands’ scorned syllables/ your horn lifted nations’ new tongues/ Castries to Kingston…”By John Robert Lee, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
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