An Analysis of Bitter Waters Translated By Shash Trevett

Bitter Waters (Translated by Shash Trevett) See these lines on my upturned palm. They are the rivers of tears that have washed my face. They are the rivers of blood that have washed my land. Flowing first in trickles, then streams and then in torrents: they are the swells of voices that have cried out … Continue reading An Analysis of Bitter Waters Translated By Shash Trevett

An Analysis of ‘The Silver Swan’ by Anon

The silver swan, who living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat, Leaning her breast against the reedy shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more: Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes, More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.         … Continue reading An Analysis of ‘The Silver Swan’ by Anon

An Analysis Of ‘A Guest May Come’ By Vojka Djikic

A Guest May Come by Vojka Djikic (Translated by Chris Agee) Hold on tight to me And we'll find the way home. There the fire's still burning And in the corners Book lie open That ought to be read And the garden's there to dig The roses to prune. Thus it was said When we … Continue reading An Analysis Of ‘A Guest May Come’ By Vojka Djikic

An Analysis of ‘Death Ain’t Nothing But A Song’ By Donte Collins

my mother moved out of her body   decided it was no longer worthy it couldn't contain her laughter she couldn't obey the house rules of human   her spirit that young & fresh fever    wanted to call the night her dance club wanted to try new clothes stay out later my mother now wears the … Continue reading An Analysis of ‘Death Ain’t Nothing But A Song’ By Donte Collins

An Analysis Of ‘What The Dead Know By Heart’ By Donte Collins

What The Dead Know By Donte Collins (2017) lately, when asked how are you, i respond with a name no longer living Rekia, Jamal, Sandra, Philando i am alive by luck at this point, i wonder often: if the gun will unmake me is yet made, what white birth will bury me, how many bullets, like … Continue reading An Analysis Of ‘What The Dead Know By Heart’ By Donte Collins

An Analysis Of ‘In My Name’ By Grace Nichols

Heavy with child belly an arc of black moon I squat over dry plantain leaves and command the earth to receive you in my name in my blood to receive you my curled bean my tainted perfect child my bastard fruit my seedling my sea grape my strange mullato my little bloodling Let the snake … Continue reading An Analysis Of ‘In My Name’ By Grace Nichols

An Analysis Of ‘Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep’ By Anon

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush. I am the swift uplifting … Continue reading An Analysis Of ‘Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep’ By Anon

An Analysis of ‘Ask Me’ By William Stafford

Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done is my life. Others have come in their slow way into my thought, and some have tried to help or to hurt: ask me what difference their strongest love or hate has made. I will … Continue reading An Analysis of ‘Ask Me’ By William Stafford

An Analysis of ‘My Father Is A Retired Magician’ By Dr. Ntozake Shange

In this blog post, an analysis of the poem 'My Father Is A Retired Magician' will be made. The poem commence with this: my father is a retired magician which accounts for my irregular behavior everythin comes outta magic hats or bottles wit no bottoms & parakeets are as easy to get as a couple a rabbits … Continue reading An Analysis of ‘My Father Is A Retired Magician’ By Dr. Ntozake Shange