Digest
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5If you’re looking for poetry you can read through on the first try and “get it”, then this is not a book for you. If you don’t want to spend time with your poems, staring into each other’s eyes and discovering new features and shades over the course of days and days, then this not a book for you. Pardlo’s poems are dense, complex, and full of meaning that one must sit with for extended periods of time to mine. It is well worth the effort, and I know I will keep coming back to this book over and over again.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A powerful collection of diverse poems which is justly deserving of all the acclaim it has garnered. I especially enjoyed the occasional series of poems linked together by a common thread, One series of poems, for instance, begins with each one being kick started by a quote from a famous historical personage (St. Augustine, for instance) In fact. Mr. Pardlo's poems are effectively drenched with historical references. I love the way Pardlo gives deeply of himself in each well constructed verse.
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Digest - Gregory Pardlo
Fita
Written by Himself
I was born in minutes in a roadside kitchen a skillet
whispering my name. I was born to rainwater and lye;
I was born across the river where I
was borrowed with clothespins, a harrow tooth,
broadsides sewn in my shoes. I returned, though
it please you, through no fault of my own,
pockets filled with coffee grounds and eggshells.
I was born still and superstitious; I bore an unexpected burden.
I gave birth, I gave blessing, I gave rise to suspicion.
I was born abandoned outdoors in the heat-shaped air,
air drifting like spirits and old windows.
I was born a fraction and a cipher and a ledger entry;
I was an index of first lines when I was born.
I was born waist-deep stubborn in the water crying
ain’t I a woman and a brother I was born
to this hall of mirrors, this horror story I was
born with a prologue of references, pursued
by mosquitoes and thieves, I was born passing
off the problem of the twentieth century: I was born.
I read minds before I could read fishes and loaves;
I walked a piece of the way alone before I was born.
Marginalia
for Colin Channer
‘sing the Union cause, sing us,/ the poor, the marginal.’
–Robert Hayden, ‘Homage to Paul Robeson’
Preamble
Note the confection of your body
salt on the breeze, the corn-
silk sky. Olmstead’s signature
archways and meadows. Kite
strings tensing the load of a saddle-
backed wind. This is Prospect Park,
Brooklyn, where limbs tickle
and jounce as if ice cubes shiver
along the shirtsleeves of evergreens. Pond
water whispers, and the echoes of Yankee
fifes linger in wind and in the shirring jazz
hands of leaves, and those shirts,
the skins, the human retinue converging
on the uneven playing fields. The African
drum and dance circle sways the pignut
tree into a charismatic trance