Jimmy Santiago Baca

(2 January 1952 / Santa Fe, New Mexico)

Jimmy Santiago Baca Poems

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