Inscribing My Name
Selected Poems: New, Used, and Repossessed
Herbert Woodward Martin
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- English
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Inscribing My Name
Selected Poems: New, Used, and Repossessed
Herbert Woodward Martin
Ă propos de ce livre
Selected poems from a respected African American poet
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Herbert Woodward Martin's body of poetry from the past five decades is, in many ways, matched by no one else. His many poetic voices range from quiet lyrics to angry protest poems, from groundbreaking counterpoint structures to prize-winning historical narratives. His wide-ranging poetry acts as a barometer of various times and tempers in American literature. His poetry is innovative and balanced and has a special way of working within traditions even as it creates its own unique space.
Martin's poetry captures life in the Midwest through the authenticity of his voice, his dramatic sense, and the wonderful innovation of his multidisciplinary talents (poet, scholar, teacher, librettist, and performer). From his first volume of poetry in 1969 to Inscribing My Name, Martin's work brings alive important issues and struggles in our understanding of what it means to be human. This accomplished body of work is a unique combination of traditional poetic forms, the African American musical tradition, and Martin's extensive experience creating and performing theater and opera.
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CONTRAPUNTAL PIECE NO. 1
CONTRAPUNTAL PIECE NO. 2
You are on the right. | I am on the left. |
Opposition. | Counterpoint. |
THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MORALS. | |
Are you saying? | Recommending. |
Is it � | Sorrow? |
Gravel against grain, | We counter |
Each otherâs emotion. | Content yourself |
THERE IS NO MODERATE GROUND. | |
 | We stand at too far a distance |
The distance is too far for hands | Â |
BEST, THE HEART SPANS SPACE. | |
Does it? | Does it. |
 | I contemplate you on hectic ground |
Yet, if the heart gestures, the element is in the sound | |
No, in the graph that moves up, moves up, moves down | |
Speak individual, not for other men | |
Where truth resides | Emotion is a word |
The ear positive to hear | The eye is sure to see |
The tongue definite to speak | |
TRUTH, THEN, IS A STATE OF MIND. |