quinta-feira, 14 de outubro de 2010

Poem of the day: The Novelist’s Comments

John Mateer

The Novelist’s Comments

After I read my poem addressed to one of his people’s heroes,
in his reclaimed, autochthonous voice
the novelist doesn’t say:

This is our language, our land.

Nor does he say:

Why don’t you go back where you came from?

And in what he doesn’t say he is echoing the woman
who after burying her father – a rare fluent speaker of language –
declared she should have chucked his tapes and journals,
his repository of the tongue, after him into the mouth
of the grave:

So that the white bastards wouldn’t get that too.

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