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Shake Loose My Skin: New and Selected Poems

This volume includes a selection of new and previously published poems, reflecting the depth and range of the poet's work more

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Sonia Sanchez
Sonia Sanchez

Sonia Sanchez is a renowned American poet, born on September 9, 1934. Her poetry is characterized by its focus on racial equality, women's liberation, and the culture of African Americans, and is considered an important representative of American black literature. more

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“A Churchyard In Summertime by Stewart Stafford O, to stand in a quiet country churchyard, The graveyard bending in summer zephyrs, Chlorophyll light beneath swaying poplars, Rook song in twilight's nocturne. Oblivious hues spread upon canvas, Beside the somnambulant swanning river, Miasmas of midges at the water's edge, In the crosshairs of a painter's thumb. Then the sun rolls away over the horizon, A veil draws across the long day's play, A churn supper collection of basket and easel, Recollections in the slumbering night. © Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”

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“Where Storms Nest by Stewart Stafford Time's arrow has left its quiver, And mortal men denied a sliver, Of sweet-faced solace or settled debt, Surrendering all to sweeping death. Beware the vixen with the perished pup, Of merciless slight and sacrilegious sup, Of mother's milk and witches' brew, Curdling infamy and death's-head stew. The trap is sprung, the rider unseated, A mourning procession for the defeated, A great wrong sits on the anointed throne, She is Queen Bee and you, but a drone. From a spider's web veil, she does regard, Hateful glances from black heart's shard, Envenomed nature of poisonous Man, The scorpion's strike of a foul plan. After seeking power and blood and lust, Remorse a late guest to a dagger's thrust, The vulture shrieks to the globe's outer rim, That Man's ambition is a Hell to him. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”

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“Te miré directamente a los ojos y me enamoré de ti. Me hipnotizaste con tu aliento a verdades envenenadas y me dispuse a nadar en tus pupilas negras. Me ahogué entre mentiras susurradas y cortes trazados en el alma, a traición. Te convertiste en mi religión. Te rendía culto bajo el dolor escondido en una sonrisa. I looked you straight in the eyes and I fell in love with you. You hypnotized me with your breath of poisoned truths and I set out to swim in your black pupils. I drowned in whispered lies and cuts drawn in the soul, treacherously. You became my religion. I worshipped you under the pain hidden in a smile.”

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“America, this is what my God has told me about you— you field of dying sunflowers, you semiautomatic gun slinging unsanctuary, you apparition that is the crowd gathered beneath yet another oak tree on the postcard— Justice is not a pendulum Justice is not a hammer Justice is not a bandage it is water, and your better angels have long sung of its rolling tide, calling those things which are not as though they were. Am I crazy, America, letting you inside me again and again though you do not even love me...”

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