Jimmy Santiago Baca

(2 January 1952 / Santa Fe, New Mexico)

Jimmy Santiago Baca Poems

1. V 1/2/2012
2. This Day 1/2/2012
3. Too Much Of A Good Thing 1/2/2012
4. Yesterday 1/2/2012
5. Tire Shop 10/11/2011
6. There Are Black 1/2/2012
7. What Is Broken Is What God Blesses 1/2/2012
8. The County Jail 1/2/2012
9. Matanza To Welcome Spring 1/2/2012
10. Ten 1/2/2012
11. As Children Know 1/2/2012
12. Ix. Part 6 1/2/2012
13. Into Death Bravely 1/2/2012
14. It Would Be Neat If With The New Year 1/2/2012
15. Meditations On The South Valley, Part Xxiii 1/2/2012
16. From Violence To Peace 1/2/2012
17. Sanctuary 1/2/2012
18. Immigrants In Our Own Land 1/2/2012
19. El Gato 10/11/2011
20. Listening To Jazz Now 1/2/2012
21. Main Character 10/11/2011
22. Cloudy Day 1/2/2012
23. To My Own Self 1/3/2003
24. The Blackbird 1/3/2003
25. When Life 1/3/2003
26. The Day Brushes It's Curtains Aside 1/3/2003
27. Old Woman 1/3/2003
28. As Life Was Five 1/3/2003
29. Llano Vaqueros 1/3/2003
30. Choices 1/3/2003
31. Ancestor 1/3/2003
32. Oppression 1/3/2003
33. Count-Time 1/3/2003
34. A Daily Joy To Be Alive 1/3/2003
35. Green Chile 1/3/2003
36. Like An Animal 1/3/2003
37. Who Understands Me But Me 1/3/2003
38. I Am Offering This Poem 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Jimmy Santiago Baca

I Am Offering This Poem

I am offering this poem to you,
since I have nothing else to give.
Keep it like a warm coat,
when winter comes to cover you,
or like a pair of thick socks
the cold cannot bite through,

I love you,

I have nothing else to give you,
so it is a pot full of yellow corn
to warm your belly in the winter,
it is a scarf for your head, to wear
over your hair, to tie up around your face,

I love you,

Keep it, treasure it as you would
if you were lost, needing direction,
in the wilderness life becomes when mature;
and in the corner of your ...

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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

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