The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Eighteen (Harper)

Reuben, Reuben

Michael S. Harper

My selection this week is the powerful Michael S. Harper poem, "Reuben, Reuben," from the collection Images of Kin, which came out in 1977 and was nominated for a National Book Award.  It has been pointed out by the scholar Michael G. Cooke that although Harper writes of blood relations in several poems, his use of the word “kinship” in this collection is much broader, spanning out "across time, across space, even across race" to refer to "social bonding, a recognition of likeness in context, concern, need, liability, value.” It's a beautiful thing.

If you're not familiar with Michael S. Harper, he was born in Brooklyn in 1938, has published more than ten collections of poetry, and was the first poet laureate of the state of Rhode Island.

As well, if you're new to the blog, you might want to look at the first Mnemosyne Post to find out what this project is all about.

Reuben, Reuben

I reach from pain

to music great enough

to bring me back,

swollenhead, madness,

lovefruit, pickle of hate

so sour my mouth twicked

up and would not sing;

there's nothing in the beat

to hold it in

melody and turn human skin;

a brown berry gone

to rot just two days on the branch;

we've lost a son,

the music, jazz, comes in.

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Seven (Ryan)

Photo by Alan Dep

This week, we have the witty, whimsical, and profound poet, Sarah Sarai, and her witty, whimsical, and profound blog, My 3,000 Loving Arms, to thank for our selection, "Green Behind the Ears," by former US Poet Laureate, Kay Ryan. Here is a wonderful interview with Ryan, in case you'd like to know more about her: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/video/173. 

As ever, please keep making comments in the sections under the postings. I love hearing what you think about the poems. Here is last week's posting, if you want to leave comments on the gorgeous snippet by Rumi: The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Six. Also, if you're new to the blog, please check out the first Mnemosyne Post to find out what this project is all about. 

Here ya go. Enjoy!

Green Behind the Ears

I was still slightly
fuzzy in shady spots
and the tenderest lime.
It was lovely, as I
look back, but not
at the time. For it is
hard to be green and
take your turn as flesh.
So much freshness
to unlearn.

_________
Kay Ryan. From The Niagara River (Grove Press), collected in The Best of It (Grove Press).