192nd Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 192nd Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Also, sign up for the 2013 Dive Into Poetry Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Please visit the stops on the 2012 National Poetry Month Blog Tour.
Today’s poem is from Toi Derricotte:
Love Story in Black and White
What the hell am I doing hugging a white man in an apron? I said it to myself—but out loud! —so that he pushed me away slightly: What did you say? This was the first white man I had dated— though I was sixty! It wasn't only that I was holding a body close for the first time in years; not only that he was white. Our mothers' fears and angers— heirlooms of slavery— had hardened my heart. Perhaps it was the apron. I had never imagined a white man (not a chef) come down to that order. Perhaps the way he met me, beaming, opened wide, confounded my expectations and undid me. How lovely his body as he bends to the wise tomatoes. What does black and white have to do with it, our love that's lasted ten years? Each act of tenderness amends the violence of history.
What do you think?