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National Poetry Month

April 25, 2007

April is National Poetry Month. In honor of it, I am posting a poem about where I live now.

Daybreak in Alabama

When I get to be a composer
I’m gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I’m gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
And falling out of heaven like soft dew.
I’m gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy colored faces
And big brown arms
And the field daisy eyes
Of black and white black white black people
And I’m gonna put white hands
And black hands and brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew
In that dawn of music when I
Get to be a composer
And write about daybreak
In Alabama.

by Langston Hughes

I love poetry. The sound of the words read aloud, the rhythms and rhymes, the nuances of each carefully selected word communicating a picture made from letters rather than sight. I think in our day of digital photo and Internet, this is becoming a lost art.

One Comment leave one →
  1. Robert permalink
    April 25, 2007 6:52 pm

    Not lost. Maybe just submerged. But poetry has been around a lot longer than digital photography or the internet. And won’t be disappearing anytime soon. 🙂

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