I imagine you, your voice stopped by the speed with which the lives around you crumble. I imagine you wanting, trying to write, not about the blood stains at your door, not about the fragments of your family huddled in …
I imagine you, your voice stopped by the speed with which the lives around you crumble. I imagine you wanting, trying to write, not about the blood stains at your door, not about the fragments of your family huddled in …
(written on the 500th anniversary of the European “discovery” of the Americas)
a review of Poetry Like Bread: Poets of the Political Imagination, edited by Martin Espada. Curbstone Press (Willimantic CT. 1994). 282 pages.