American Life in Poetry: Sonnet for A Tall Flower Blooming at Dinner
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. I heard Yona Harvey say in an interview that this loose Shakespearean (“the bard”) sonnet was written for her teenage daughter, which makes its deep, layered beauty a touching monument to what this mother knows and admires in her daughter’s unsettling but necessary blooming into selfhood.
Sonnet for A Tall Flower Blooming at Dinner By Yona Harvey Southern Flower, I want to quote the bard, to serenade you, to raise a glass to you. lone & tall you are always parched & hungry. You wobble in strong winds, you pull your bright hair when it rains, you toss off the lint of dandelions, you lean into the evening haunts with your indifferent afro. You were born in the old-world city, the invisible dark girl city, the city that couldn’t hold a candle, a straight pin a slave-owner’s sins to you. You are the most beautiful dark that hosts the most private sorrows & feeds the hungriest ghosts.
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. I heard Yona Harvey say in an interview that this loose Shakespearean (“the bard”) sonnet was written for her teenage daughter, which makes its deep, layered beauty a touching monument to what this mother knows and admires in her daughter’s unsettling but necessary blooming into selfhood.
Sonnet for A Tall Flower Blooming at Dinner By Yona Harvey Southern Flower, I want to quote the bard, to serenade you, to raise a glass to you. lone & tall you are always parched & hungry. You wobble in strong winds, you pull your bright hair when it rains, you toss off the lint of dandelions, you lean into the evening haunts with your indifferent afro. You were born in the old-world city, the invisible dark girl city, the city that couldn’t hold a candle, a straight pin a slave-owner’s sins to you. You are the most beautiful dark that hosts the most private sorrows & feeds the hungriest ghosts.