You can get there from here, though
there's no going home.
Everywhere you go will be somewhere
you've never been. Try this:
head south on Mississippi 49, one-
by-one mile markers ticking off
another minute of your life. Follow this
to its natural conclusion - dead end
at the coast, the pier at Gulfport where
riggings of shrimp boats are loose stitches
in a sky threatening rain. Cross over
the man-made beach, 26 miles of sand
dumped on a mangrove swamp - buried
terrain of the past. Bring only
what you must carry - tome of memory
its random blank pages. On the dock
where you board the boat for Ship Island,
someone will take your picture:
the photograph - who you were -
will be waiting when you return
...someone will take your picture: the photograph - who you were - will be waiting when you return... Wonderful poem.
Such a well crafted poem by Natasha Trethewey.....................
On the dock where you board the boat for Ship Island, someone will take your picture: the photograph - who you were - will be waiting when you return.. very fine poem. tony
A poem of great worth! ! So fresh and crisp with creativity, some have philosophical but theoretical is correct as your title says! ! One of the best poems I have read! ! !
Fantastic poem. I quote: what you must carry - tome of memory its random blank pages. On the dock where you board the boat for Ship Island, someone will take your picture:
Here and there! ! 'Everywhere you go will be somewhere'! On the sphere. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Head south on Mississippi 49 is n unexpected turn that makes it way back around the topic.