Love Poetry For Couple

Out of the turmoil emerges one emblem, an engraving� a young Negro at dawn in straw hat and overalls, an emblem of impossible prophecy: a crowd dividing like the furrow which a mule has plowed, parting for their president; a field of snow-flecked cotton forty acres wide, of crows with predictable omens that the young plowman ignores for his unforgotten cotton-haired ancestors, while lined on one branch are a tense court of bespectacled owls and, on the field�s receding rim is a gesticulating scarecrow stamping with rage at him while the small plow continues on this lined page beyond the moaning ground, the lynching tree, the tornado�s black vengeance, and the young plowman feels the change in his veins, heart, muscles, tendons, till the field lies open like a flag as dawn�s sure light streaks the field and furrows wait for the sower. I've been told many times, directly and indirectly, notably by Geoffrey and Rustum , both of whom I admire, that if I read any one thing, then I must...

1. In your opinion, are the times we live in good or not for literature? If not, what do you do to "make it"? If so, in what way? I'm not sure. From a writer's perspective, one's own time is one's own time, meaning, I live now and can't compare, in lived experience, to another time. Having said that, I imagine all times are good for literature from a writer's perspective - all times must have in them the stuff, the grist for the writer's mill. Have the past 20 years then been good for writing, especially for the monkish art of poetry? I think so, especially as we face a world from which it is probably better to withdraw if you're a poet, into your cell or tower, which is exactly where the writing happens. As to the production side, I don't know. In SA, big publishers publish less poetry, but small independents still have heart and courage to do so. Literature in general seems to be booming - books are published, reviewed etc. L...

Dark August , by Derek Walcott Stars of Stone , by Rustum Kozain You, Therefore , by Reginald Shepherd Roses and Revolutions , by Dudley Randall A Girl , by Ezra Pound Confession , by Geoffrey Philp Feeling Fucked Up , by Etheridge Knight Blood , by Naomi Shihab Nye After Midnight , by Louis Simpson Telephone Conversation , by Wole Soyinka Woman , by Nikki Giovanni Adolescence II , by Rita Dove Come , by Makhosazana Xaba Silet , by Ezra Pound Seeing the Eclipse in Maine , by Robert Bly Kingdom of Rain II , by Rustum Kozain Those Winter Sundays , by Robert Hayden Digging , by Seamus Heaney Cleaning , by Kwame Dawes (click on the link to access the poem) The Schooner Flight , by Derek Walcott Not my Business , by Niyi Osundare Evening Hawk , Robert Penn Warren Sunflowers , by Pamela Mordecai Like Rousseau , by Amiri Baraka Epitaph , by Dennis Scott