Saudade
I. No one will remember this death, this long carnage of innocence. The heart’s pail of laughter sinking. The body’s well or grief’s deep gallon; no one is documenting this. The inches of a loss, who counts them? The rule, the meter of catastrophe. What is the measure of a loss? II. Saudade, the eighteenth year, with what dark cotillions you arrived waltzing on my heart’s opening sod. I was hoping for a constant garden. How could I dream of my sudden decline wrapped in the wings of a dove? III. A dove or a crumpled letter? Why would an angel write to a girl? Why would Almeida’s girl cover her mouth? What thought is so unspeakable? Why would an angel write to a girl trapped in a black shawl? IV. Or was I too careless with time? Did I offend the sanctity of clocks? Arrange my feet in a curse? Were my steps so ever doomed? The first close of regret is a measure. Such is the dance of Saudade! V. No one will remember this death, it will lodge in the stone sea of life, the fretting sea of trouble and love. The years will forget this year like crimes. But will I always bear the mark of a stun? The stoic sigh, the earthless lung? This gloom that shuttered my longing and shall I say I was touched? VI. When I was lost and crying, the earth troubled me more than I ever troubled it; I was erased by so much sighing, yet I think I will live to remember this death longer than forgetfulness. Summer Edward Summer Edward was born in Trinidad and Tobago. Her writing has been anthologized in Whaleheart: Journey into the Night with Maya Christina Gonzalez and 23 Courageous ArtistAuthors and New Worlds, Old Ways: Speculative Tales from the Caribbean, edited by Karen Lord, and has appeared or is forthcoming in The Missing Slate, Horn Book Magazine, Duende, Bim: Arts for the 21st Century, Matatu: Journal for African Culture and Society, sx salon, tongues of the ocean, The Columbia Review, The Caribbean Writer, Obsidian: Literature in the African Diaspora and others. She was shortlisted for the Small Axe Literary Prize, nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and was selected for the NGC Bocas Lit Fest’s New Talent Showcase, spotlighting the best emerging Caribbean writers. She divides her time between Trinidad and Philadelphia, USA. www.summeredward.com
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Margaret Stowe
9/19/2016 01:12:33 pm
This is so beautiful and poignant... always awed and inspired by Summer's work.
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9/19/2016 08:46:23 pm
A beautiful poem that reads, as it were, with searching intensity, the classic painting of de Almeida. Some beautiful images and phrases: "grief's deep gallon"; "the sanctity of clocks"; "the years will forget this year like crimes". Summer Edward has been slowly, almost under the radar, growing her craft and technique in strength and assurance. Indeed, a poignant poem and giving us another dimension to that evocative painting. Thanks.
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Jay G-A
9/26/2016 07:33:50 pm
Such a beautiful and well crafted piece! I love it
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