Jimmy Santiago Baca
Poems of Jimmy Santiago Baca
|1.||A Daily Joy to be Alive||1/3/2003|
|3.||As Children Know||1/2/2012|
|4.||As Life Was Five||1/3/2003|
|9.||From Violence to Peace||1/2/2012|
|11.||I Am Offering This Poem||1/3/2003|
|12.||Immigrants in Our Own Land||1/2/2012|
|13.||Into Death Bravely||1/2/2012|
|14.||It would be neat if with the New Year||1/2/2012|
|15.||IX. Part 6||1/2/2012|
|16.||Like an Animal||1/3/2003|
|17.||Listening to Jazz Now||1/2/2012|
|20.||Matanza to Welcome Spring||1/2/2012|
It was a time when they were afraid of him.
My father, a bare man, a gypsy, a horse
with broken knees no one would shoot.
Then again, he was like the orange tree,
and young women plucked from him sweet fruit.
To meet him, you must be in the right place,
even his sons and daughter, we wondered
where was papa now and what was he doing.
He held the mystique of travelers