Amiri Baraka Poems
- Incident He came back and shot. He shot him. When he came ...
- Wise I If you ever find yourself, some where lost and ...
- Preface to a Twenty Volume Sui... Lately, I've become ...
- Balboa, The Entertainer It cannot come except you make ...
- A Poem For Speculative Hipster... He had got, finally, to the ...
- Monday in B-Flat I can pray all day & God
- Ka'Ba 'A closed window looks down on a dirty courtyard, and ...
Amiri Baraka (born Everett LeRoi Jones; October 7, 1934 – January 9, 2014), formerly known as LeRoi Jones and Imamu Amear Baraka, was an African-American writer of poetry, drama, fiction, essays and music criticism. He was the author of numerous books of poetry and taught at a number of universities, including the State University of New York at Buffalo and the State University of New York at Stony Brook. He received the PEN Open Book Award, formerly known as the Beyond Margins Award, in 2008 for Tales of the Out and the Gone.
Baraka's career spanned nearly 50 years, and his themes range from black liberation to white racism. Some poems that are always associated with his name are ... more »
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He came back and shot. He shot him. When he came
back, he shot, and he fell, stumbling, past the
shadow wood, down, shot, dying, dead, to full halt.
At the bottom, bleeding, shot dead. He died then, there
after the fall, the speeding bullet, tore his face
and blood sprayed fine over the killer and the grey light.
Pictures of the dead man, are everywhere. And his spirit
sucks up the light. But he died in darkness darker than
his soul and everything tumbled blindly with him dying
down the stairs.
We have no word
on the ...