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Center for Black Literature
at Medgar Evers College, CUNY
(founded October 2002)Is Excited to Announce the
20th Anniversary Jubilee:
A Cultural and Literary Arts Experience
HONORARY COMMITTEE MEMBERS!
Sonia Sanchez, Chairperson
Greg Carr • Edwidge Danticat
Nikole Hannah-Jones • Karen Hunter
Talib Kweli • Cornel WestSAVE THE DATE (October 20th)
for what promises to be an
exciting IN PERSON celebration
of the Center's 20th Anniversary
at MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE!More details to follow but
tickets are available now!
https://www.mec.cuny.edu/event/center-for-black-literature-20th-anniversary-jubilee/CONTACT US
Center for Black Literature
at Medgar Evers College, CUNY (CBL)
(718) 804-8883
Main Office
info@centerforblackliterature.org
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A Sonia Sanchez poem
Title: A Poem for My Father (96 years old on Feb. 29, 2000)
With exact wings
Your words sailed back
into your throat. Could
not fly forward.
Your mouth face
startled by this autumn
Thunder went south again.
I had forgotten the salute
of death, how it waits Militarily
on the outskirts of our skin.
I had forgotten how death
howls inside our veins.
O father, how much like a child
again I felt as I ran down doctors
painted on porcelain corridors.
O My father, as I breathed
inhaled for us both,
I began to sing a song
you sang when I was little
without a poet's name,
Afraid of all the shadows
cremating my bones,Remember the nite,
The nite you said
I love you
remember...
I remembered your voice swollen
in a ritual of words on
152nd Street and St. Nicholas Place.
Now I, daughter of applause,
hands waterlogged with memory,
asked for nothing more
as I circled your hospital room,
sequined with our breaths
in an hour-glass of sound.
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