#miz rosa rides the bus

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of december

a.r. ammons collected poems: 1951-1971: "dunes"

jennifer robertson shrill shirts will always balloon

n. scott momaday in the presence of the sun: stories and poems, 1961-1991: "the delight song of tsoai-talee"

ted berrigan the collected poems of ted berrigan: "bean spasms"

natalie diaz when my brother was an aztec: "abecedarian requiring further examination of anglikan seraphym subjugation of a wild indian rezervation"

greg miller watch: "river"

joanna klink excerpts from a secret prophecy: "terrebonne bay"

dorothy dudley pine river bay

brenda shaughnessy our andromeda: "our andromeda"

frank lima incidents of travel in poetry: "orfeo"

lehua m. taitano one kind of hunger

no'u revilla kino

linda hogan when the body

paul verlaine one hundred and one poems by paul verlaine: a biligual edition: "moonlight" (tr. norman r. shapiro)

mahmoud darwish the butterfly's burden: "the cypress broke" (tr. fady joudah)

mahmoud darwish the butterfly's burden: "your night is of lilac"

amir rabiyah prayers for my 17th chromosome: "our dangerous sweetness"

sara nicholson the living method: "the end of television"

charles shields proposal for a exhibition

ginger murchison a scrap of linen, a bone: "river"

tsering wangmo dhompa virtual

anne carson the beauty of the husband: "v. here is my propaganda one one one one oneing on your forehead like droplets of luminous sin"

muriel rukeyser the collected poems of muriel rukeyser: "the book of the dead"

anne stevenson stone milk: "the enigma"

david tomas martinez love song

robert fitzgerald charles river nocturne

thomas mcgrath the movie at the end of the world: collected poems: "many in the darkness"

linda rodriguez heart's migration: "the amazon river dolphin"

donald revell the glens of cithaeron

sumita chakraborty dear, beloved

angela jackson and all these roads be luminous: "miz rosa rides the bus"

kofi

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[the-final-sentence]

I fast and pray and ride.

Angela Jackson, from “Miz Rosa Rides the Bus”

#Miz Rosa Rides the Bus #Angela Jackson #poetry

[roseharlaws]

Dreaming my own silk-self.

Angela Jackson, “Miz Rosa Rides the Bus” from And All These Roads Be Luminous.

#Angela Jackson #all these roads be luminous #poetry #words #lit

[ukdamo]

Miz Rosa Rides the Bus

Angela Jackson

That day in December I sat down

by Miss Muffet of Montgomery.

I was myriad-weary. Feets swole

from sewing seams on a filthy fabric;

tired-sore a pedalin’ the rusty Singer;

 dingy cotton thread jammed in the eye.

All lifelong I’d slide through century-reams

loathsome with tears. Dreaming my own

silk-self.

 It was not like they all say. Miss Liberty Muffet

she didn’t

jump at the sight of me.

Not exactly.

They hauled me

away—a thousand kicking legs pinned down.

 The rest of me I tell you—a cloud.

Beautiful trouble on the dead December

horizon. Come to sit in judgment.

 How many miles as the Jim Crow flies?

Over oceans and some. I rumbled.

They couldn’t hold me down. Long.

No.

 My feets were tired. My eyes were

sore. My heart was raw from hemming

dirty edges of Miss L. Muffet’s garment.

I rode again.

 A thousand bloody miles after the Crow flies

that day in December long remembered when I sat down

beside Miss Muffet of Montgomery.

I said—like the joke say—What’s in the bowl, Thief?

I said—That’s your curse.

I said—This my way.

She slipped her frock, disembarked,

settled in the suburbs, deaf, mute, lewd, and blind.

The bowl she left behind. The empty bowl mine.

The spoiled dress.

 Jim Crow dies and ravens come with crumbs.

They say—Eat and be satisfied.

I fast and pray and ride.

#civil rights #rosa parks #poetry #angela jackson

[black-poetry]

That day in December I sat down by Miss Muffet of Montgomery. I was myriad-weary. Feets swole from sewing seams on a filthy fabric; tired-sore a pedalin’ the rusty Singer; dingy cotton thread jammed in the eye. All lifelong I’d slide through century-reams loathsome with tears. Dreaming my own silk-self. It was not like they all say. Miss Liberty Muffet she didn’t jump at the sight of me. Not exactly. They hauled me away—a thousand kicking legs pinned down. The rest of me I tell you—a cloud. Beautiful trouble on the dead December horizon. Come to sit in judgment. How many miles as the Jim Crow flies? Over oceans and some. I rumbled. They couldn’t hold me down. Long. No. My feets were tired. My eyes were sore. My heart was raw from hemming dirty edges of Miss L. Muffet’s garment. I rode again. A thousand bloody miles after the Crow flies that day in December long remembered when I sat down beside Miss Muffet of Montgomery. I said—like the joke say—What’s in the bowl, Thief? I said—That’s your curse. I said—This my way. She slipped her frock, disembarked, settled in the suburbs, deaf, mute, lewd, and blind. The bowl she left behind. The empty bowl mine. The spoiled dress. Jim Crow dies and ravens come with crumbs. They say—Eat and be satisfied. I fast and pray and ride.

angela jackson, miz rosa rides the bus.

#angela jackson #miz rosa rides the bus #poetry #black poetry

[roseharlaws]

Beautiful trouble on the dead December horizon. Come to sit in judgment.

Angela Jackson, “Miz Rosa Rides the Bus” from And All These Roads Be Luminous.

#Angela Jackson #all these roads be luminous #poetry #words #lit

[roseharlaws]

How many miles as the Jim Crow flies? Over oceans and some. I rumbled. They couldn’t hold me down.

Angela Jackson, “Miz Rosa Rides the Bus” from And All These Roads Be Luminous.

#Angela Jackson #all these roads be luminous #poetry #words #lit