Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Rebel Girl's Poetry Corner: visioning a world where none is lonely, none hunted

Because she feels like it and because she herself needs it, Rebel Girl offers a poem. She is short on her own prose due to grading the first essays of the semester, keeping up with her own reading and being the mother of a five-year-old rebel. And no, she still hasn't been placed on a jury. She is still playing a daily noontime game of phone tag with the recorded messages at the Harbor Justice Center. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not.

A poem from Robert Hayden:



Frederick Douglass

When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful
and terrible thing, needful to man as air,
usable as earth; when it belongs at last to all,
when it is truly instinct, brain matter, diastole, systole,
reflex action; when it is finally won; when it is more
than the gaudy mumbo jumbo of politicians:
this man, this Douglass, this former slave, this Negro
beaten to his knees, exiled, visioning a world
where none is lonely, none hunted, alien,
this man, superb in love and logic, this man
shall be remembered. Oh, not with statues' rhetoric,
not with legends and poems and wreaths of bronze alone,
but with the lives grown out of his life, the lives
fleshing his dream of the beautiful, needful thing.




Yeah.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You're still calling in every day at noon? How long does that go on?

Anonymous said...

What's with the pregnancy news? I'm confused.

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