Dame Marie

… One hears that men from Jeremie have pretensions to a kind of inspired singularity; they often succeed at it. It is one of those who, in the evening, at an Auberge Inn table, told me what he knew of Gustave’s death, and this man, himself looking like a great grasshopper of a man wearing full clothes, and seen to fold his long, dry limbs over a din-maker of a motorcycle which he hangs onto like some insects do onto their wings;

From Haiti, with Love

From Haiti, with Love Anthology: So Spoke the Earth It took a good part of the morning on the road to reach the mountaintop where, surprisingly, stands a small Vodou temple whose front facade displays a large, vivid mural. From the cement floor beneath a portrait of...

Saint Bernadette at Night

Saint Bernadette at Night from The Company of Heaven: Stories from Haiti My first recollections of story books come with the scents, sounds, and textures of Caribbean nights and with images of a little girl curled in bed over white sheets covering a small cotton...

The Fall of Sanctuaries

The Fall of Sanctuaries I was a child who gazed at the sky. Each time we drove past the Church of the Sacred Heart of Jesus in Port-au-Prince, my eyes met with Christ. I never missed the chance, as we passed the church, to look up, contemplate the immense Christ who...

Migrant

Migrant To be a poet is to hurt—I came, I saw, I hurt. We stand, we vouch, we lie— the truth we want is not— tis a dream we have of life we knew in a world we lost. The cross we bear, we brought— America was brave and bold and here for us who ventured forth with ills...

Sanctuary

Sanctuary I name this Sanctuary. Enter. I want you to bare your feet— you must feel the difference in touch. A Kilim rug stretches far ahead, offered for your every step, its hard fibers impervious to what weighs, acting as emissary from the ancient grievances of...

An Estuary

An Estuary Our friends go like bark from a sycamore. They fall off the big tree to be swept with the season. Too much of their absence takes mercy out of the heart— we collect the silence left by a face that tossed its teeth, a one-eyed inquisitor, a faded rose sunk...

May You Live

Published by Carcanet Press Inc. England New Caribbean Poetry, Anthology, 2007 May You Live May you live long, long, to a blossomed, handsome, patriarchal age, the incandescence of your eyes illuminating fields you traverse. May your love, irretrievably spent, gather...

My Child

My Child Curl up in a dream, my child, so I may bless you thus. The heart is a bird to whom large, large wings were given. Do not separate yourself from the gesture that is bold— mushrooms sprout in round-headed crowds, stars are...

Marie-Ange’s Ginen

Marie-Ange’s Ginen from The Company of Heaven: Stories from Haiti My name is Marie-Ange Saint-Jacques and I got on that boat November third with my heart open and my eyes closed. My mother, Venante Saint-Jacques, also got on the boat. She too did this with an...
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