Jimmy Santiago Baca

(2 January 1952 / Santa Fe, New Mexico)

Jimmy Santiago Baca Poems

1. Yesterday 1/2/2012
2. Who Understands Me But Me 1/3/2003
3. When Life 1/3/2003
4. What is Broken is What God Blesses 1/2/2012
5. V 1/2/2012
6. Too Much of a Good Thing 1/2/2012
7. To My Own Self 1/3/2003
8. Tire Shop 10/11/2011
9. This Day 1/2/2012
10. There Are Black 1/2/2012
11. The Day Brushes It's Curtains Aside 1/3/2003
12. The County Jail 1/2/2012
13. The Blackbird 1/3/2003
14. Ten 1/2/2012
15. Sanctuary 1/2/2012
16. Oppression 1/3/2003
17. Old Woman 1/3/2003
18. Meditations on the South Valley, Part XXIII 1/2/2012
19. Matanza to Welcome Spring 1/2/2012
20. Main Character 10/11/2011

Ancestor

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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