Yeah.
You knew it was coming.
I memorized this when I was nine. Last year, I taught it to a 9-year-old girl who was a student in a tutoring program with which I was involved, and she taught it to her friends. I like the idea of little girls learning this poem.
Rapper/author/actor Common (known to his mama as Lonnie Rashid Lynn, and known to me as very, very pretty) has joined the online book world.
His Web site now features the Corner Book Club, a place where teens and other fans of literature for and about young adults can talk about books.
[h/t Literanista]
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Last year, Atlanta’s Emory University scored a coup when it landed the literary archives of author Alice Walker.
Today, those archives, which include the first handwritten draft of The Color Purple, will finally be unveiled.
Walker herself is giving a lecture at 8 p.m. tonight, if you’re in Atlanta and available for such.
What she said.
Hey, in literary news, did you notice that Annette Gordon-Reed won a Pulitzer yesterday for her book The Hemingses of Monticello?
Likewise, Lynn Nottage won one for her play, Ruined, which is about women in The Congo.
Congratulations, ladies!
SOMETIMES I tremble like a storm-swept flower,
And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee.
Bowing my head in deep humility
Before the silent thunder of thy power.
Sometimes I flee before thy blazing light,
As from the specter of pursuing death;
Intimidated lest thy mighty breath,
Windways, will sweep me into utter night.
For oh, I fear they will be swallowed up–
The loves which are to me of vital worth,
My passion and my pleasure in the earth–
And lost forever in thy magic cup!
I fear, I fear my truly human heart
Will perish on the altar-stone of art!
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