25 July 2015

Kwame Dawes's "New Day"

A poem by USC poet-in-residence Kwame Dawes commemorates Barack Obama's inauguration. The eight-part poem, titled “New Day,” soars from Africa to Chicago to South Carolina, tipping its hat along the way to Dizzy Gillespie and Abraham Lincoln.



1. Obama, January 1st, 2009

Already the halo of grey covers his close-cropped head.
Before, we could see the pale glow of his skull, the way
he kept it close, now the grey - he spends little time in bed,
mostly he places things in boxes or color coded trays,
and calculates the price of expectation - the things promised
all eyes now on him: the winning politician’s burden.
On the day he makes his speech he will miss
the barber shop, the quick smoke in the alley, the poem
found in the remainder box, a chance to just shoot
some hoops, and those empty moments to remember
that green rice paddy where he used to sprint, a barefoot
screaming boy, all legs, going home to the pure
truth of an ordinary life, that simple place where, fatherless,
he found comfort in the wisdom of old broken soldiers.


2. How Legends Begin

This is how legends begin - the knife slitting the throat
of a hen, the blood, the callous pragmatism of eating
livestock grown for months, the myth of a father, a boat
ride into the jungle, a tongue curling then flinging
back a language alien as his skin; the rituals
of finding the middle ground, navigating a mother’s
mistakes, a father’s silence, a world’s trivial
divisions, the meaning of color and nation-negotiator
of calm, a boy tutored in the art of profitable charm;
this is how legends begin and we will tell this, too,
to the children lined up with flags despite the storms
gathering, children who will believe in the hope of blue
skies stretched out behind the mountain of clouds;
and he will make language to soothe the teeming crowds.
[continue there...]

8 comments:

R's Musings said...

Wow, Rethabile. Thanks for sharing this! I thought it was amazing!

http://geoffreyphilp.blogspot.com/ said...

Thanks for sharing this, Rethabile!

Rethabile said...

Cheers, Robyn. Muchos graçias.

Geoffrey, I'm trying to be empty.

http://geoffreyphilp.blogspot.com/ said...

LOL, Rethabile! We all are. One day at a time...

Rethabile said...

One day at a time, yes. Kwame is a poet I'm -- not discovering -- but starting to meet more.

Michelle said...

I love this.

Thanks, Ret.

groundwork said...

What a poem! So much more, much more, than the bloodless inaugural poem.

Rethabile said...

This is a good poem that many people seem to have enjoyed. I like the term "bloodless" as used to describe insipid writing.