Natasha Trethewey
Incident by Natasha Trethewey

Incident by Natasha Trethewey

We tell the story every year—how we peered from the windows, shades drawn—though nothing really happened,the charred grass now green again.We peered from the windows, shades ...

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Pilgrimage by Natasha Trethewey

Pilgrimage by Natasha Trethewey

Here, the Mississippi carved its mud-dark path, a graveyard for skeletons of sunken riverboats. Here, the river changed its course, turning away from the city as one turns, ...

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Providence by Natasha Trethewey

Providence by Natasha Trethewey

What's left is footage: the hours before Camille, 1969—hurricane parties, palm trees leaning in the wind, fronds blown back, a woman's hair. Then after: the vacant lots, boats ...

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Myth by Natasha Trethewey

Myth by Natasha Trethewey

I was asleep while you were dying.It's as if you slipped through some rift, a hollowI make between my slumber and my waking,the Erebus I keep you in, still tryingnot to let go. ...

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Letter Home by Natasha Trethewey

Letter Home by Natasha Trethewey

- New Orleans, November 1910Four weeks have passed since I left, and still I must write to you of no work. I've worn down the soles and walked through the tightness of my new ...

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Vespertina Cognitio by Natasha Trethewey

Vespertina Cognitio by Natasha Trethewey

Overhead, pelicans glide in threes— their shadows across the sand dark thoughts crossing the mind.Beyond the fringe of coast, shrimpers hoist ...

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Flounder by Natasha Trethewey

Flounder by Natasha Trethewey

Here, she said, put this on your head. She handed me a hat. you 'bout as white as your dad, and you gone stay like that. Aunt Sugar rolled her nylons down around each bony ankle, ...

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Domestic Work, 1937 by Natasha Trethewey

Domestic Work, 1937 by Natasha Trethewey

All week she's cleanedsomeone else's house,stared down her own facein the shine of copper--bottomed pots, polishedwood, toilets she'd pullthe lid to--that look sayingLet's make a ...

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Theories Of Time And Space by Natasha Trethewey

Theories Of Time And Space by Natasha Trethewey

You can get there from here, thoughthere's no going home.Everywhere you go will be somewhereyou've never been. Try this:head south on Mississippi 49, one-by-one mile markers ...

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Miscegenation by Natasha Trethewey

Miscegenation by Natasha Trethewey

In 1965 my parents broke two laws of Mississippi;they went to Ohio to marry, returned to Mississippi. They crossed the river into Cincinnati, a city whose namebegins with a sound ...

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Elegy For The Native Guards by Natasha Trethewey

Elegy For The Native Guards by Natasha Trethewey

We leave Gulfport at noon; gulls overheadtrailing the boat—streamers, noisy fanfare—all the way to Ship Island. What we seefirst is the fort, its roof of grass, a lee—half ...

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Kitchen Maid With Supper At Emmaus, Or The Mulata by Natasha Trethewey

Kitchen Maid With Supper At Emmaus, Or The Mulata by Natasha Trethewey

—after the painting by Diego Velàzquez, ca. 1619She is the vessels on the table before her:the copper pot tipped toward us, the white pitcherclutched in her hand, the black one ...

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South by Natasha Trethewey

South by Natasha Trethewey

I returned to a stand of pines, bone-thin phalanxflanking the roadside, tangle of understory—a dialectic of darkand light—and ...

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History Lesson by Natasha Trethewey

History Lesson by Natasha Trethewey

I am four in this photograph, standing on a wide strip of Mississippi beach, my hands on the flowered hipsof a bright bikini. My toes dig in, curl around wet sand. The sun ...

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