Dark Girl
Easy on your drums
Easy wind and rain
and softer on your horns
She will not dance again
Come easy little leaves
without a ghost of sound
from the china trees
to the fallow ground
Easy easy drums
and sweet leaves overhead
easy wind and rain
your dancing girl is dead.
arna bontemps
this poem was written in my journal
from about ten years ago...
i apologize if it is not copied in it's exactness
but i could not find a copy of it on the internet
to make certain that i had copied it correctly back then.
at that time
i was very drawn in
by poetry that spoke of females
and their lives or characteristics or personalities...
poetry that tried to capture some essence of the person...
and i had lost my best friend
in an accident
so that ultimately caused this poem to speak
to me moreso than it may have otherwise.
i beleive our experiences
color the lens through which
we regard all else...
from about ten years ago...
i apologize if it is not copied in it's exactness
but i could not find a copy of it on the internet
to make certain that i had copied it correctly back then.
at that time
i was very drawn in
by poetry that spoke of females
and their lives or characteristics or personalities...
poetry that tried to capture some essence of the person...
and i had lost my best friend
in an accident
so that ultimately caused this poem to speak
to me moreso than it may have otherwise.
i beleive our experiences
color the lens through which
we regard all else...
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5 comments:
That would be a heartbreaking poem to read just after losing a friend.
I believe that too. Our whole lives create our whole life and it is impossible to chose one thing and say -- see, here is where it started. But the poem makes me sad, though in the way that beauty can make me sad because it is all just MUCH MUCH and it fills and flows.
I loved hearing the story behind what this poem meant to you.
"i beleive our experiences
color the lens through which
we regard all else..."
beautifully said...and i think you're right. you've made me wonder what, exactly, i am drawn to in poetry these days. last year it was poetry that spoke of far away places such as Naomi Shihab Nye. i was drawn to women poets then and still am now. but now the poetry that speaks to me most deeply are those that tap into a sense of place and of finding comfort in our own skin.
it's funny how we change in these ways--depending on how our lenses are colored.
wonderful poem gkgrrl--and the photo speaks volumes.
thank you for sharing why this poem is important to you. sad. beautiful.
this idea of the lens - yes, i agree so much. like jesse i have been thinking about the poetry i have been drawn to lately as well...very interesting.
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