Brooks Haxton

(1950 - / Greenville / Mississippi)

Salesmanship, With Half A Dram Of Tears - Poem by Brooks Haxton

Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching
the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt
mindfulness at work, I thought, as I recited
words I wrote in tears: instead of tears,
if I had understood my father's business,
I could be selling men's clothes. I could be
kneeling, complimenting someone at the bay
of mirrors, mumblingly, with pinpoints pressed
between my lips. That was the life I held
in scorn while young, because I thought to live
without distraction, using words. Yet, looking
now into the room of strangers' eyes, I wanted
them to feel what I said touch, as palpably
as when a men in double worsted felt
the cuff drop to his wrist. There was a rush
in the applause of gratitude and mercy:
they could go. A teenager, embarrassed
for himself and me, lefthandedly
squeezed my fingers, and said thanks.

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Comments about Salesmanship, With Half A Dram Of Tears by Brooks Haxton

  • Susan Williams (7/17/2016 4:45:00 PM)

    This is a poet who can look deeply into his own soul and see the truth- sad as it may be. I want to read more of his work and see what else his words have to tell about the truth.- -as palpably
    as when a men in double worsted felt
    the cuff drop to his wrist.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (7/17/2016 12:46:00 AM)

    Searching the faces for the souls! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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