86th Virtual Poetry Circle
Welcome to the 86th 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.
It’s a new year, and if you haven’t heard there is a new feature on the blog this year . . . my first ever, poetry reading challenge. Yup, that means everyone should be signing up because all you need to do is read 1 book of poetry.
This week, I wanted to share a poem from Langston Hughes, since February has been Black History Month:
Night funeral
In Harlem:
Where did they get Them two fine cars?
Insurance man, he did not pay-- His insurance lapsed the other day-- Yet they got a satin box for his head to lay.
Night funeral In Harlem:
Who was it sent That wreath of flowers?
Them flowers came from that poor boy's friends-- They'll want flowers, too, When they meet their ends.
Night funeral in Harlem:
Who preached that Black boy to his grave?
Old preacher man Preached that boy away-- Charged Five Dollars His girl friend had to pay.
Night funeral In Harlem:
When it was all over And the lid shut on his head and the organ had done played and the last prayers been said and six pallbearers Carried him out for dead And off down Lenox Avenue That long black hearse done sped, The street light At his corner Shined just like a tear-- That boy that they was mournin' Was so dear, so dear To them folks that brought the flowers, To that girl who paid the preacher man-- It was all their tears that made That poor boy's Funeral grand.
Night funeral In Harlem. Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.
I’ve you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles. It’s never too late to join the discussion.