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Morning Haiku

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ISBN-10: 0807001317

ISBN-13: 9780807001318

Edition: 2011

Authors: Sonia Sanchez

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From a leading writer of the Black Arts Movement, poems of commemoration and loss for readers of all ages This new volume is music to the ears: a collection of haiku that celebrates the lives and mourns the deaths of revered African American figures in the worlds of music, literature, art, and activism.
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Book details

List price: $14.00
Copyright year: 2011
Publisher: Beacon Press
Publication date: 1/25/2011
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 120
Size: 5.51" wide x 8.50" long x 0.35" tall
Weight: 0.330

Born in Alabama, educated in New York City, Sanchez is a leading poet of the Black Arts Movement, whose poetry is written from political, economic, and social concerns as well as literary ones. Although her literary focus has been primarily to express her experience as an African American woman, Sanchez claims, "if you write from a black experience, you're writing from a universal experience as well." Sanchez's poems are direct, colloquial, and often militant. Many of her works are for children, such as her "poems for young brothas and sistuhs," as she puts it in It's a New Day (1971). Yet she also writes with tenderness about love. As academic interest in the voices of women and African…    

14 haiku (for Emmett Louis Till)
Your limbs buried in northern muscle carry their own heartbeat
Mississippi… alert with conjugated pain
young Chicago stutterer whistling more than flesh
your pores wild stars embracing southern eyes
foot prints blooming in the night remember your blood
in this southern classroom summer settles into winter
i hear your pulse swallowing neglected light
your limbs fly off the ground little birds…
we taste the blood ritual of southern hands
blue midnite breaths sailing on smiling tongues
say no words time is collapsing in the woods
a mother's eyes remembering a cradle pray out loud
walking in Mississippi i hold the stars between my teeth
your death a blues, i could not drink away.