Carl Phillips Poems
- Passing When the Famous Black Poet speaks, I ...
- Leda, After The Swan Perhaps, in the exaggerated grace of ...
- White Dog First snow-I release her into it- I know, ...
- Aubade: Some Peaches, After St... So that each is its own, ...
- At Bay Coral-bells purpled the fallen sycamore leaves, dead, ...
- Blue As through marble or the lining of certain fish ...
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Comments about Carl Phillips
When the Famous Black Poet speaks,
that his is the same unnervingly slow
rambling method of getting from A to B
that I hated in my father,
my father who always told me
The Famous Black Poet is
speaking of the dark river in the mind
that runs thick with the heroes of color,
Jackie R., Bessie, Billie, Mr. Paige, anyone
who knew how to sing or when to run.
I think of my grandmother, said
to have dropped dead from the evil eye,
of my lesbian aunt who saw cancer and
a generally difficult future headed her way