Status Updates From Annie Allen

The second part ("II") of "mother of the poor" steals your breath. Motherhood in a poem.

“...They did what people do:
Smiled out—or frowned.
People like definite decisions,
Tidy answers, all the little ravelings
Snipped off, the lint removed, they
Hop happily among their roughs
Calling what they can’t clutch insanity
Or saintliness.”

lovely works! I'll say more later

very rich and sad

Not sure i understand poetry, or maybe better to say I am not familiar with American symbols from 1945. But I liked "do not be afraid of no" and "pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on alps "

I'm spiraling out of control. Why am I reading 5 books at once? I know I'm not good at doing that! What have I done?