African American poets

Do not go gentle, go dervish

  Equinox   by Elizabeth Alexander   Now is the time of year when bees are wild and eccentric. They fly fast and in cramped loop-de-loops, dive-bomb clusters of conversants in the bright, late-September out-of-doors. I have found their dried husks in my clothes.   They are dervishes because they are dying, one last sting, […]