Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POEM FOR MY BROTHER TIMMY, by QUINCY TROUPE Poet's Biography First Line: We walked streets / of river-rhythm town counting Last Line: With a brother's deep love Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
We walked streets of river-rhythm town counting cars that passed for nothing else better to do warm cold days now packed away in straw & when at home on Delmar & Leonard streets, living over Joe's Super Market, on weekends would repeat from our window the same ritual all over again this counting of passing cars (you took the Fords eye took the Chevrolets but the Cadillacs would win.) & from our window on saturday nights we would watch the drunken fights across the street at Meyer's tavern where people died with ridiculous ease from street surgeons' knives Summers brought picnics & barbecues baseball games & hot funky parties where we styled hard laid off in bad summer rags & on warm idle days on concrete playground courts eye would beat the hell out of you playing basketball until it got dark In winter, we would bundle up tight in fast shrinking clothes bought three years before when daddy was making money playing baseball in Batista's Cuba, or bought when mother was working downtown being a deskclerk at Sonnenfeld's & on frozen winter nights we would fight like two vicious alley cats over who pulled the cover off of who afterwards, we would sleep side by side in the dark in our own spilt blood & if someone was ever foolish enough to mess with either one of us they had to contend with the both of us sho-nuff righteously stompin eleven-thousand corns on their sorry asses But time has worn away those days as water rubs smooth in time a rough & jagged stone You took the blues of those days filled with sun dues & blood & turned them into rhythms you played superbly on your talking drums before you heard the calling of your Lord sanctified Eye took that beautiful song you gave to me & turned into poetry this poem eye give to you now with a brother's deep love | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB LETTER TO MAXINE SULLIVAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH STROLLER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS WRITTEN FOR MY SON, AND SPOKEN BY HIM AT HIS FIRST PUTTING ON BREECHES by MARY BARBER |
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