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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Amiri Baraka Poems

A Poem for Black Hearts (Amiri Baraka, 1969)

For Malcolms eyes, when they broke
the face of whatsoever dumb white man, For
Malcolms hands raised to bless us
altogether black and strong in his image
of ourselves, For Malcolms linguistic communication
fire darts, the victors tireless
thrusts, words hung above the world
change as it may, he said it, and
for this he was killed, for saying,
and feeling, and being///change, all
collected hot in his heart, For Malcolms
heart, raising us above our filthy cities,
for his stride, and his beat, and his address
to the grey monsters of the world, For Malcolms
pleas for your dignity, black men, for your life,
black man, for the pickaxe of your minds
with righteousness, For all of him dead and
gone and vanished from us, and all of him which
clings to our speech black god of our time.
For all of him, and all of yourself, look up,
black man, turn back stuttering and shuffling, look up,
black man, quit whining and stooping, for all of him,
For Great Malcolm a prince of the earth, let nonhing in us rest
until we avenge ourselves for his death, absurd animals
that killed him, let us never breathe a unadulterated breath if
we fail, and white men call us faggots gutter the end of
the earth.

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For Saundra (Nikki Giovanni, 1968)

i motiveed to write
a poem
that rhymes
exclusively revolution doesnt lend
itself to be-bopping

then my neightbor
who thinks i hate
askeddo you ever write
head poemsi like trees
so i thought
ill write a beautiful green tree poem
peeked from my window
to check the image
detect the school yard was covered
with asphalt
no greenno trees grow
in manhattan

then, well, i thought the sky
ill do a big muddy sky poem
merely all the clouds have winged
low since no-Dick was elected

so i thought again
and it occurred to me
maybe i shouldnt write
at all
but clean my gun
and check my kerosene supply
perhaps these are not poetic
times
at all

Black Art (Amiri Baraka, 1969)

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