Words not dead
Posted By Ing on July 24, 2010
By chance tonight, I read these two poems one after the other, randomly leafing through a little book (”30 Timeless Poems”) I found on the Young Lad’s nightstand.
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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
Emily Dickinson, “A Word Is Dead”
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I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.
Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed–
I, too, am America.
Langston Hughes, “I, Too, Sing America”
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I was going to write some sort of essay or manifesto (your standard bloated blog post) about poetry and the power of words in general; but these poems don’t need me.
I need them.