Jesmyn Ward left her Gulf Coast home for education and experience, but it called her back. It called on her in most painful ways, to mourn. In Men We Reaped, Jesmyn unburies her dead, that they may live again. And through this emotional excavation, she forces us to see the problems of place and race that led these men to their early graves. Full of beauty, love, and dignity, Men We Reaped is a haunting and essential read.
First, I emptied the closets of your clothes, threw out the bowl of fruit, bruised from your touch, left empty the jars you bought for preserves. The… - Natasha Trethewey
First, I emptied the closets of your clothes, threw out the bowl of fruit, bruised from your touch, left empty the jars you bought for preserves. The…
- Natasha Trethewey
I used to come out here every Fourth of July as a child to picnic and to swim on the island, to tour the fort and wander through it. And all of that … - Natasha Trethewey
I used to come out here every Fourth of July as a child to picnic and to swim on the island, to tour the fort and wander through it. And all of that …
A man's pursuit of knowledge is greater than his shortcomings, the limits of his vision. - Natasha Trethewey
A man's pursuit of knowledge is greater than his shortcomings, the limits of his vision.
The experience of poetry could bring my mother back to me. Poetry offers a different kind of solace - here on earth. - Natasha Trethewey
The experience of poetry could bring my mother back to me. Poetry offers a different kind of solace - here on earth.
What is love?/ One name for it is knowledge. - Natasha Trethewey
What is love?/ One name for it is knowledge.
There are indeed all sorts of men/ who visit here: those who want/ nothing but to talk or hear the soft tones/ of a woman's voice; others prefer/ sim… - Natasha Trethewey
There are indeed all sorts of men/ who visit here: those who want/ nothing but to talk or hear the soft tones/ of a woman's voice; others prefer/ sim…
My own journey in becoming a poet began with memory - with the need to record and hold on to what was being lost. One of my earliest poems, Give and … - Natasha Trethewey
My own journey in becoming a poet began with memory - with the need to record and hold on to what was being lost. One of my earliest poems, Give and …
The act of making poetry is an act of hope. - Natasha Trethewey
The act of making poetry is an act of hope.
My obsessions stay the same - historical memory and historical erasure. I am particularly interested in the Americas and how a history that is rooted… - Natasha Trethewey
My obsessions stay the same - historical memory and historical erasure. I am particularly interested in the Americas and how a history that is rooted…
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