Evie Shockley Poems
|3.||du bois in ghana -new-||6/22/2015|
|4.||canvas and mirror -new-||6/22/2015|
|5.||From The Lost Letters Of Frederick Douglass||10/23/2014|
|6.||A Background In Music||10/23/2014|
|7.||On New Year's Eve||10/23/2014|
|8.||Playing With Fire||10/23/2014|
|9.||Effect Shrewd Preferences||10/23/2014|
|10.||Pantoum: Landing, 1976||10/23/2014|
|11.||Statistical Haiku (Or, How Do They Discount Us? Let Me Count The Ways)||10/23/2014|
|13.||Her Tin Skin||10/23/2014|
|14.||Waiting On The Mayflower||10/23/2014|
|15.||Notes To My Nieces (Or, Essays In Fortune-Telling )||10/23/2014|
|16.||Where You Are Planted||10/23/2014|
|17.||A Sonnet For Stanley Tookie Williams||10/23/2014|
|18.||— Shall Become As —||10/23/2014|
|19.||Where Is It Clean||1/1/2004|
i cop a squat on a squared-off log,
to watch you ball on the community center court.
butt numb, i shift my weight
and shake mosquitos from my ankles,
but never take my eyes off the game.
yours follow the orange orb, your pupils
twin, brown moons reflecting its light.
your play is wild efficiency,
you are a four-pronged magic wand,
waving, as if agentless, in all directions at once.
an opponent dribbles the ball - now he sees it,
now he don't, it's gone, flown,
and you've given it its wings.
you are one-eighth of the shrieking ...
du bois in ghana
at 93, you determined to pick up and go—
and stay gone. the job nkrumah called you to,
to create, at last, your encyclopedia africana
(encompassing a continent chipped
like wood beneath an axe, a large enough
diaspora to girdle the globe, and a mere four
thousand years) was either well-deserved
sinecure or well-earned trust