The Body's Question

The Body's Question

The Body's Question

The Body's Question

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Overview

The debut collection by the Poet Laureate of the United States

* Winner of the 2002 Cave Canem Poetry Prize *

You are pure appetite. I am pure
Appetite. You are a phantom
In that far-off city where daylight
Climbs cathedral walls, stone by stolen stone.
—from "Self-Portrait as the Letter Y"

The Body's Question by Tracy K. Smith received the 2002 Cave Canem Poetry Prize for the best first book by an African-American poet, selected by Kevin Young. Confronting loss, historical intersections with race and family, and the threshold between childhood and adulthood, Smith gathers courage and direction from the many disparate selves encountered in these poems, until, as she writes, "I was anyone I wanted to be."


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781555973919
Publisher: Graywolf Press
Publication date: 10/01/2003
Pages: 72
Product dimensions: 5.99(w) x 8.97(h) x 0.26(d)

About the Author

Tracy K. Smith received degrees from Harvard and Columbia Universities and a Stegner Fellowship from Stanford University. She currently lives and teaches in Brooklyn, New York.

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The Body's Question


By Tracy K. Smith

Graywolf Press

Copyright © 2003 Tracy K. Smith
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-55597-391-4


Chapter One

SOMETHING LIKE DYING, MAYBE Last night, it was bright afternoon Where I wandered. Pale faces all around me. I walked and walked looking for a door. For some cast-off garment, looking for myself In the blank windows and the pale blank faces. I found my wristwatch from ten years ago And felt glad awhile. When it didn't matter anymore being lost, The sky clouded over and the pavement went white. I stared at my hands. Like new leaves, Light breaking through from behind. Then I felt your steady breathing beside me And the mess of blankets where we slept. I woke, touching ground gently Like a parachutist tangled in low branches. All those buildings, those marvelous bodies Pulled away as though they'd never known me. GOSPEL: JUAN We crossed the border Hours before dawn Through a hole Dug under a fence. We crossed Dressed as soldiers, Faces painted Mud green. The coyotes That promised We'd make it, gave us A straw broom To drag behind, Erasing our tracks. They gave us meat Drugged for the dogs. Farther off, There were engines, Voices, a light That swept the ground. We crossed On our bellies. I wonder If we'll ever stand up. CREDULITY We believe we are giving ourselves away, And so it feels good, Our bodies swimming together In afternoon light, the music That enters our window as far From the voices that made it As our own minds are from reason. There are whole doctrines on loving. A science. I would like to know everything About convincing love to give me What it does not possess to give. And then I would like to know how to live with nothing. Not memory. Nor the taste of the words I have willed you whisper into my mouth. SHADOW POEM You know me But the gauze that fetters the earth Keeps you from knowing We were souls together once Wave after wave of ether Alive outside of time I'm still there Though twice I curled Into a speck-sized marvel And waited In the wet earth of you Briefly human You fear everything And live by a single Inconstant light Listening Hearing nothing A radio stuck between stations The second time I played giddy music On my blinking heart Now I watch the dumb machine Of your body loving With the loveless wedge of you That made me When I want to tell you something I say it in a voice The shadow of water I don't wake you But the part of you That's still like me That rises above your body When your body Sinks into itself The part that doesn't Belong to you Knows what it hears You are not the only one Alive like that

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Introduction by Kevin Young

Something Like Dying, Maybe

I.
Serenade
Thirst
Niña Fantasma
Brief Touristic Account
Gospel: Manuel
Gospel: Miguel (el Lobito)
Gospel; Luis
Gospel: Juan
Gospel: Alejandro (el Monstruo)
Gospel: Jesús

II.
Drought
Betty Blue
Mangoes
Appetite
A Hunger So Honed
Credulity
Five Dreams of Offspring
Wintering

III.
Joy

IV.
Self-Portrait As the Letter Y
Fire Escape Fantasy
Night Letters
What Fear Is
Night
Studio
Bright
The Machinery of Evening
Dominion over the Beasts of the Earth
Shadow Poem
Prayer

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