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"Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition." – Eli Khamarov
My goal for Poetry Month: TINY THINGS. My choices may surprise you, and I'm excited to write, share, and read how everyone writes to meet their special goals for celebrating poetry month.
The Letter “A”
The Letter “A”
Writing continues day by day.
Still, “the” tires,
wondering where its missing companion “A”
is hiding.
Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved
This book is probably one to re-read soon. I just browsed its early pages to find a name I had forgotten, and there at the beginning lies part of the ending! Woodson moves back and forth in time in this story, so hints at the beginning don't come to fruition until the end. You're just entering the story, relaxing into something new, and those events fade. This story is told by August, a young black girl who, with her younger brother, were taken back to Brooklyn by her father, the Brooklyn that he knows. Home had been their SweetGrove land near a river in Tennessee. And August's mother isn't coming. It's a story that's wrapped in sorrow through missing their mother and home, August and her three friends growing up Girl in this part of Brooklyn, girls to recognize as such an important part of our own growing up, but that her mother had told her not to trust. It's also a story that threads other cultures' ways of death and dying and memory. There are hints of life there, life not everyone wants to know, but also survival, and one wonders why certain ones do survive, and another does not. For adults and older teens.
A favorite quote: "Everywhere we looked, we saw the people trying to dream themselves out. As though there was someplace other than this place. As though there was another Brooklyn."
This book is probably one to re-read soon. I just browsed its early pages to find a name I had forgotten, and there at the beginning lies part of the ending! Woodson moves back and forth in time in this story, so hints at the beginning don't come to fruition until the end. You're just entering the story, relaxing into something new, and those events fade. This story is told by August, a young black girl who, with her younger brother, were taken back to Brooklyn by her father, the Brooklyn that he knows. Home had been their SweetGrove land near a river in Tennessee. And August's mother isn't coming. It's a story that's wrapped in sorrow through missing their mother and home, August and her three friends growing up Girl in this part of Brooklyn, girls to recognize as such an important part of our own growing up, but that her mother had told her not to trust. It's also a story that threads other cultures' ways of death and dying and memory. There are hints of life there, life not everyone wants to know, but also survival, and one wonders why certain ones do survive, and another does not. For adults and older teens. A favorite quote: "Everywhere we looked, we saw the people trying to dream themselves out. As though there was someplace other than this place. As though there was another Brooklyn."
Daylight Savings Time has come again and as summer looms nearer, daylight is moving into the evenings, reminding me of that Robert Louis Stevenson poem, "Bed In Summer". Here is the final verse:
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day? Somehow I've ended up with four new books that travel in the night, all fascinating and gorgeously illustrated. They are from 2017 except Nightlights, from 2016.