Sojourner Kincaid Rolle

Sojourner Kincaid Rolle Poems

There is a place in all our breasts
where we hold our truest treasures.

General Granger brought the news to
Galveston: "The war is over! "
President Lincoln signed a decree;
The Emancipation Proclamation

I've known of missing poems before
poems stronger than the suppressing hand
poems more powerful than the invisibility

In humble apropros
Standing within the circle
That holds in loving care
All that lies between-

It was after the flags had been lowered -
We lifted our heads to watch

(On the 100th Anniversary of Women's' Right To Vote In California)

Centenary greetings to the daughters of the suffragettes.
We are all daughters of the suffragettes.

Ironic that the truth
should be sought
on the shoulder of Eve

I am in a place
where water rolls across the stones
rippling in ranges
too high for human tones to mimic

Beneath the untroubled brambles
beyond the reach of marauding scavengers

It is the task of our time to document the ways of our
time; their antecedents and authenticities. To show
the status of ritual as it is alive and in action now.

In silence
I settled down to write
what urgings I felt
the need to speak from this high place

Sun of Flower
Flower of Sun
Following the daily rotation
leaves at attention

Hats set at attention
White coats pristine
Shoes shining like obsidian

This blue stone
once lay like any other pebble
on a rock-infested beach.
Now it warms my palm.

To remind you
Of the innocent child

Of the promise

There was a time I sat at the feet of grown women
and was quiet,
thinking I could learn about life
as they stood, sashayed, shimmied, strutted -


There is that time
when the pronouncements of surgeons
count not nearly as much as a whispered hope
when the fingers wielding scapel

I listen to the souls of my brothers
and hear the deep beat of tension

The world churning the head turning

Here again at Montano
where brown striated earth
nestles, close to the sea
obliterating demarcation

Second wind is a mysterious force - like second light.
- Galway Kinnell

At the rounding of each plateau,

Sojourner Kincaid Rolle Biography

Sojourner Kincaid Rolle is a California poet originally from North Carolina. Her poems have appeared in numerous solo and group exhibitions including her 2006 solo show, 'Between Us.' In 2007, she released BLACK STREET, a spoken word CD. Her first full-length collection of poems, BLACK STREET: POEMS, was published by the UCSB Center for Black Studies Research(2009) . She is a former Advisory Editor for Sage Trail Poetry Magazine. She has published poems in journals, anthologies, and six chapbooks, which include COMMON ANCESTRY (Millie Grazie Press,1999) . In addition to writing several plays and stage productions, Rolle edited several small anthologies of her workshop participants' work including INNER SPACE (California Arts in Corrections,1988) and WOW (Women of Words) from the 1995 Yachats Literary Festival poetry workshop. She has been a regular contributor to AfriGeneas Magazine and InkByte. Rolle gives readings of her work, has appeared on panels, lectured, and conducted workshops for many years at universities, libraries, retreats, symposia, and festivals. She has been Writer-in-Residence at the Santa Barbara Public Library, at various schools in the Santa Barbara area and with the teen theater group, City At Peace. A founding member of the Santa Barbara Poetry Festival Committee, for the past fifteen years, has initiated and hosted regular poetry readings in Santa Barbara, including Poet's Night, Reds Hot Poetry, Open Mics, and (since 2002) her annual tribute to poet Langston Hughes. She is currently the organizer and host for the Poetry Zone.)

The Best Poem Of Sojourner Kincaid Rolle

To Thine Own Flame Be True

To Thine Own Flame Be True

There is a place in all our breasts
where we hold our truest treasures.
Our love for ourselves and for all of our kind
and the virtues by which we are measured.

We begin with the grain that continuously binds
We end with the wheat of our harvest.
We remember our sisters who emblazon our path;
whose flames burn throughout the forest.

Symbolic sisters envisioning their dreams.
Each striding forth from disparate abodes.
Each singing bravely her own heartsong.
Each stepping onto the grand road.

From each separate singing,
a separate choir petitioned.
Some sang for freedom from fear and oppression.
Some sang for equal conditions.

In each of their hearts no matter the verse,
a flame gleamed  glorious in hue
Its light on the land diminished the dark.
The dream of the women stood true.

That their brothers and sisters,
their dissidents and their esteemed
might mingle  touching shoulder to shoulder
and together walk into the stream.

Today we stand to remember our sisters
and the honor which to us they have given.

We see the stars, the trails they have blazed
the strength that  flows from their light.

We continue to sing the dissonant songs
Some want to be equal - some want to be free.

We continue toward the great promised state
We continue to carry the vision.

We continue to stride toward justice and peace
infusing the whole world with our mission.

We carry the torch in our common cache
Flaming  brilliantly blue on the path.

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Sade Turnipseed 18 July 2006

looking for my old friend Sojourner...Where are you sis? ? ?

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