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Do you only write Black poetry?” This is the equivalent of a Black poet being stopped by the police. The asking of the question is brutal. It’s a knee on one’s imagination. When Black poets do certain things, people stare. I wonder if people stared at the hem in Gwendolyn Brooks’s sonnets as if she were Aretha Franklin singing “Nessun Dorma.”
- E. Ethelbert Miller
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“cowgirl - bey” by nefows on INPRNT
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A great and historic - State Of The Union - speech By President Joe Biden!!!
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cane to walker
spring to winter
age flying high
- E. Ethelbert Miller
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CHICAGO
I came to the city to hide my blues.
I left my family without money for the rent.
Sharecropper dust on my pants.
Dreams clinging to the heels of my boots
A woman on a corner is selling love for a night.
My heart is filled with a ton of pennies.
- E. Ethelbert Miller
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Brick mantel with Vermeer - Elena Climent , 2021.
Mexican, b. 1955-
Oil on linen on bord, 12 x 18 in.
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ludovic de saint sernin fw24
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bat kisses ball
baseball blooms
players romancing
in the outfield
- E. Ethelbert Miller
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prayer opens the door
to devotion. faith is light
coming through a window
- E. Ethelbert Miller
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Nice.
Amber Peoples
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CEASEFIRE
after the death
of so much beauty
how will we ever
love again?
- E. Ethelbert Miller
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Derica Sun by Debra Cartwright
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THE ARRIVANTS
Dense fog at high tide.
Beyond the horizon
Columbus and three ships.
- E. Ethelbert Miller
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Nicely done.
Ukelaylie / Laylie Frazier
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night snow
beauty falling
without despair
- E. Ethelbert Miller
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The Occupation of Language
To be a poet is to be filled
with madness and love.
Is it not human misery that drives
us into darkness?
Is not war and suffering
the reason why we cry?
A terrible blueness lives
in our throats.
We sing of destroyed cities
and the captivity of freedom.
And when we are silenced
the occupation of language
begins.
Oh-so sadly I confess
that time is now.
- E. Ethelbert Miller
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Yep
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