Sonia Sanchez

(1934 / Birmingham, Alabama United States)

Under a Soprano Sky - Poem by Sonia Sanchez

once i lived on pillars in a green house
boarded by lilacs that rocked voices into weeds.
i bled an owl's blood
shredding the grass until i
rocked in a choir of worms.
obscene with hands, i wooed the world
with thumbs
while yo-yos hummed.
was it an unborn lacquer i peeled?
the woods, tall as waves, sang in mixed
tongues that loosened the scalp
and my bones wrapped in white dust
returned to echo in my thighs.

i hear a pulse wandering somewhere
on vague embankments.
O are my hands breathing? I cannot smell the nerves.
i saw the sun
ripening green stones for fields.
O have my eyes run down? i cannot taste my birth.

2.

now as i move, mouth quivering with silks
my skin runs soft with eyes.
descending into my legs, i follow obscure birds
purchasing orthopedic wings.
the air is late this summer.

i peel the spine and flood
the earth with adolescence.
O who will pump these breasts? I cannot waltz my tongue.

under a soprano sky, a woman sings,
lovely as chandeliers.


Comments about Under a Soprano Sky by Sonia Sanchez

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (1/20/2018 1:39:00 PM)


    Such a great write by Sonia Sanchez👍👍👍 (Report) Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (1/20/2018 9:40:00 AM)


    A beautiful poem starting with so elegant promises passes through crests of emotions and lovely imageries and suddenly falls through a trough, it resembles a sine curve of the heart.
    However it, s a lovely crafted poem.
    10 for it.
    Thanks and congrats for the POD.
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  • (1/20/2018 3:29:00 AM)


    Wooed by hints of sensuality; pump the breasts, echoes in thighs, loosening tongue. Lovely. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (1/20/2018 2:13:00 AM)


    Beautiful but fractured. A difficult poem to engage with but I agree such artistry in many lines not a favourite poem. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (1/20/2018 12:58:00 AM)


    I find myself in mass agreement with Robert's comment below. Yet, oh, how I loved the artistry in lines like the poem's last two lines: under a soprano sky, a woman sings,
    lovely as chandeliers.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 19, 2016



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