Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own. — Salvatore Quasimodo

One of the best things about National Poetry Month is the discovery of new-to-me poets and this year is no exception to that! When Kym asked if Bonny and I would be interested in joining her to share poetry, I never imagined how awesome this journey would be. I don’t remember if the enabler was Kym or Bonny but one of them sent out a list of poets for consideration and I had heard of some of the poets listed, but had really read none of the poetry by any of them! The bonus came when Kym invited Sarah to join us… so you get a quartet of poetry this month!

This week we are all sharing a bit of the prolific poetess, Elizabeth Alexander. I did not know Elizabeth Alexander, although she was the poet for President Obama’s inauguration in 2009. She wrote and read Praise Song for the Day. I can only say that I must have been in a coma for that, because I honestly do not remember it at all!

So I began my journey with Elizabeth in Antebellum Dream Book and wow! She took my hand and drew me along with her into her inner most thoughts and feelings. It was not enough, so I began reading Crave Radiance, which is a collection of her poetry with some cross-over as some of the poems from Antebellum Dream Book are contained in it.

The poem I am going to share today is from Antebellum Dream Book. Personally, I think we need a whole bunch of justices who embody this amazing dream!

Postpartum Dream #12: Appointment

by Elizabeth Alexander

I answered all
the Chief Justice’s questions
impeccably, and it wasn’t
very hard.

I waited
with my father
for the phone call.

“I guess I’ll be
the first black woman
on the Supreme Court
if I get this.”

“Damn straight,”
said my dad.

The President
appeared on television
playing golf and smiling.
He has a secret.
His secretary phones
and asks the question.

Maybe I could do it
when the baby
goes to kindergarten. Maybe
I could do it
on alternate Mondays.
Maybe my baby
could gurgle and coo
in a pen in my chambers,
pulling at the curls 
on my barrister’s wig,
spitting up on my black robes.


I’m excited. I turned out
to be a good lawyer, the best,

just like my dad.

Copyright © 2001 by Elizabeth Alexander. Published by Greywolf Press.

Make sure you stop and see what Kym, Bonny, and Sarah have to share today!

Have an amazing remainder of the week and I will see you all back here on Monday!

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