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This week, the Book Review asked two prominent American poets to write original poems responding to this historic moment in our country. Claudia Rankine, whose poem “Weather” appears here and on the front cover of the June 21 issue, is the author of “Citizen: An American Lyric” and other collections, as well as two plays and various essays. She teaches at Yale. Her new book, “Just Us: An American Conversation,” will be published in September. Jericho Brown’s third volume of poetry, “The Tradition,” won the 2020 Pulitzer Prize for poetry. His poem “Say Thank You Say I’m Sorry” appears on the back page of the issue. | |
Weather | Weather |
On a scrap of paper in the archive is written | On a scrap of paper in the archive is written |
I have forgotten my umbrella. Turns out | I have forgotten my umbrella. Turns out |
in a pandemic everyone, not just the philosopher, | in a pandemic everyone, not just the philosopher, |
is without. We scramble in the drought of information | is without. We scramble in the drought of information |
held back by inside traders. Drop by drop. Face | held back by inside traders. Drop by drop. Face |
covering? No, yes. Social distancing? Six feet | covering? No, yes. Social distancing? Six feet |
under for underlying conditions. Black. | under for underlying conditions. Black. |
Just us and the blues kneeling on a neck | Just us and the blues kneeling on a neck |
with the full weight of a man in blue. | with the full weight of a man in blue. |
Eight minutes and forty-six seconds. | Eight minutes and forty-six seconds. |
In extremis, I can’t breathe gives way | In extremis, I can’t breathe gives way |
to asphyxiation, to giving up this world, | to asphyxiation, to giving up this world, |
and then mama, called to, a call | and then mama, called to, a call |
to protest, fire, glass, say their names, say | to protest, fire, glass, say their names, say |
their names, white silence equals violence, | their names, white silence equals violence, |
the violence of again, a militarized police | the violence of again, a militarized police |
force teargassing, bullets ricochet, and civil | force teargassing, bullets ricochet, and civil |
unrest taking it, burning it down. Whatever | unrest taking it, burning it down. Whatever |
contracts keep us social compel us now | contracts keep us social compel us now |
to disorder the disorder. Peace. We’re out | to disorder the disorder. Peace. We’re out |
to repair the future. There’s an umbrella | to repair the future. There’s an umbrella |
by the door, not for yesterday but for the weather | by the door, not for yesterday but for the weather |
that’s here. I say weather but I mean | that’s here. I say weather but I mean |
a form of governing that deals out death | a form of governing that deals out death |
and names it living. I say weather but I mean | and names it living. I say weather but I mean |
a November that won’t be held off. This time | a November that won’t be held off. This time |
nothing, no one forgotten. We are here for the storm | nothing, no one forgotten. We are here for the storm |
that’s storming because what’s taken matters. | that’s storming because what’s taken matters. |
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