Tuesday, April 27, 2010
natasha tretheway
This past Friday, I had the chance to sit down and speak with Pulitzer Prize winning poet Natasha Tretheway during lunch in Saga. Being apart of Dr. Turner's American Literature Survey 2 class (and the fact that I am writing my final research paper on her work) I was allowed to sit down over lunch with her and a few students and ask about the publishing process, my paper, etc. The reason why I'm talking about it on this blog, is because we actually talked a little about Janisse Ray (Tretheway is also from Georgia!) I thought it was pretty cool that I could talk so casually with a poet about a meeting that we had with a different poet.
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Of misty autumn mornings, when the ethereal dawn is nigh
ReplyDeleteI find out my window, hills that are ablaze with frigid flames that lick the marble grey sky
While stemmed, glacial cinders leap and tumble on the polar tempests
They will crumble and play on our fingers as the north wind sighs
Of wet and dreary autumn afternoons, where nature’s royal blood has flowed
I walk thoughtfully amongst the silver veins of water, in a lonely country road
Lined with a great host of oaks that stand in bare whiteness to my passing
Dark ditch and bare branch entwined in a dirge, an ode that forebodes.
Of nostalgic autumn eves, when sun fails and moon kills the morning to bring in the night
I wander over dark hill and shadowed furrow to reach a long awaited sight
Candles on the sill and hearth with fire beckon my frozen feet forward
So ends my autumn’s journey, only to begin anew in the marrow with sol’s new light.