|Talking with Poets (page 2)|
|Talking with Poets
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|Do you have a line or two (or three) that expresses the experience for you from one of your poems?|
She wants to know my name,
These lines are from On the Roof of the Hotel Pasaje. For me, they capture the experience of being in a foreign country how people were curious about me and how I, in turn, was curious about them. From such curiosity (and such questions) grew many friendships.
Conlon: I was a PCV in Botswana but lived only a few miles from the South African border. As a result I spent a good deal of time in South Africa with friends from all racial groups, and I found myself in Cape Town on the very first day after the beaches had been desegregated. Heres a three-line poem about it:
Beaches Open To All Races Today
Two little girls, shadow-colored and shining,
Szumowski: I had a hard time choosing, but this is from Ngorogoro:
In hot dust the markets wait. Flies crowd the bloody meat, the black fish.
Out of her good heart, my neighbor
These are the opening lines of Chicken Tied Up in a Red Handkerchief,: a sestina I wrote using the endwords neighbor, chicken, stranger, knife, heart and yard.
By evening when she tastes
And I searched to forego belonging
hung inside a desert tree
if the branches are bare when she returns,
I was given a sliver
of river, a bed of mud, near clarity