This poem is taken from PN Review 263, Volume 48 Number 3, January - February 2022.
ChauntToni Morrison
1.
arrange your griefs
with white roses
wreaths & yellow lilies —
her grace, elusive
penetrating gaze, untranslatable
smile at her lips’ corners—
penetrating gaze, untranslatable
smile at her lips’ corners—
the purple balloon rises
above scraping trowels, hymns
appealing for remembrance, an unplanned tear
running off the cheek of a drizzling sky.
2.
on this first afternoon of your last April
sadness plays the fool
as news of your death sounds
like knuckling of a kenté drum
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