Friday, September 28, 2012

The Day I Saw Barack Obama Reading Derek Walcott's Collected Poems

by Yusef Komunyakaa

Was he looking for St. Lucia's light
to touch his face those first days 
in the official November snow & sleet 
falling on the granite pose of Lincoln?
If he were searching for property lines
drawn in the blood, or for a hint
of resolve crisscrossing a border,
maybe he'd find clues in the taste of breadfruit.
I could see him stopped there squinting
in crooked light, the haze of Wall Street
touching clouds of double consciousness,
an eye etched into a sign borrowed from Egypt.
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Whatever your politics, it is fascinating to think of the President of the United States reading poetry. It could be any president; it's just the thought of wondering how it effects him, how he hears it.
Friday Poetry is hosted at Paper Tigers. Enjoy!! 


Author Amok said...

Hi, Andi. I've never seen this poem before. Thanks for sharing it. I love the snow falling on Lincoln's granite face -- an image of accepting what comes, but keeping one's resolve. Beautiful.

Tara @ A Teaching Life said...

Love this poem- both for the power of its words, and for the picture it paints of our POTUS.

Marjorie said...

Yes, you're right about the fascination of a world leader reading poetry - and what...

Mary Lee said...

I agree COMPLETELY with your comment!!

Ruth said...

I love, love, love this poem!