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havingapoemwithyou · 2 months
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my lover who lives far by Camille T. Dungy
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heartmailbox · 1 year
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another-side · 1 year
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First Fire
Stripped in a flamedance, the bluff backing our houses quivered in wet-black skin. A shawl of haze tugged tight around the starkness. We could have choked on August. Smoke thick in our throats, nearly naked as the earth, we played bare feet over the heat caught in asphalt. Could we, green girls, have prepared for this? Yesterday, we played in sand-carpeted caves. The store we built sold broken bits of ice plant, empty snail shells, leaves. Our school’s walls were open sky. We reeled in wonder from the hills, oblivious to the beckoning crescendo and to our parent’s hushed communion. When our bluff swayed into the undulation, we ran into the still streets of our suburb, feet burning against a fury that we did not know was change. CAMILLE T. DUNGY
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swamp-milkweed · 2 years
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Four days ago, the dogwood was a fist   in protest.   Now look.   Even she unfurls   to the pleasure of the season.   Don’t be   ashamed of yourself.   Don’t be.    This happens   to us all.   We have thrown back the blanket.   We’re naked and we’ve grown to love ourselves.   I tell you, do not be ashamed.   Who is   more wanton than the dancing crepe myrtle?   Is she ashamed?   Why, even the dogwood,   that righteous tree of God’s, is full of lust   exploding into brightness every spring.
Camille T. Dungy, from "What to Eat, What to Drink, and What to Leave for Poison"
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stephen-narain · 4 months
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poem-today · 7 months
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A poem by Camille T. Dungy
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After Opening The New York Times I Wonder How to Write a Poem about Love
To love like God can love, sometimes. Before the kettle boils to a whistle, quiet. Quiet that is lost on me, waiting as I am for an alarm. The sort of things I notice: the bay over redbud blossoms, mountains over magnolia blooms. There is always something starting somewhere, and I have lost ambition to look into the details. Shame fits comfortably as my best skirt, and what can I do but walk around in that habit? Turn the page. Turn another page. This was meant to be about love. Now there is nothing left but this.
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Camille T. Dungy
More poems by Camille T. Dungy are available on the Poetry Foundation site.
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flowersfortheriot · 1 year
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Soil: The Story of a Black Mother's Garden
By Camille T. Dungy.
Design by Natalia Olbinski.
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Naming what has risen by Camille T. Dungy
Why not a crocus from this bulb? Why not the purple
of bees’ lust so that, in honey, she might taste something
good? Under skin, purple is a private taste, closer
to the blood of her tongue, closer to the blood
she chokes on when she’s gasping, to the clot
behind her blackened eye. The heated force
that slammed her shin, that pushed bone
from the bone, that arched her but did not
approach caress, is another kind of lust. Spring:
a madness of grappling. Isn’t that what she sees outside
every window? And inside? Nothing unique going on.
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godzilla-reads · 8 months
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🌿 Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry edited by Camille T. Dungy
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5
“Black Nature” is the first anthology to focus on nature writing by African American poets. Camille T. Dungy has selected 180 poems from 93 poets that provide unique perspectives on American social and literary history to broaden our concept of nature poetry and African American poetics.
A truly reflective collection of poetry that embraces the beauty, the struggle, and the complicated history of nature and the African American people. With sections titled “Nature, Be With Us” to “Forsaken of the Earth”, this should be on every poetry lovers shelf. These poems have such a powerful impact on how nature is viewed from a non-white lens and they made me consider a type of nature I hadn’t considered before.
Side note: My 3 favorite poems were “The Haunted Oak” by Paul Laurence Dunbar; “the earth is a living thing” by Lucille Clifton; and “Miscarriage in October with Ladybugs” by Amber Flora Thomas.
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havingapoemwithyou · 18 days
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Naming what has risen by Camille T. Dungy
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Silence is one part of speech, the war cry of wind down a mountain pass another.
Language by Camille T. Dungy
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bones-n-bookles · 19 days
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Books from a lil bookstore! Went with @petrichorpaws and our friend who owns Nike, the Leonberger pictured <3
I bought;
The Beast You Are, by Paul Tremblay
> I want more fiction to read, and like. Look at it. Look at that title. I had to.
Soil: The Story of A Black Mother's Garden, by Camille T Dungy
> gardening, connecting with nature, diversity in nature, diversity in people, and learning more about POC are all things I love adding to my library and skill set. I'm slowly working on adding more non-animal focused books to my collection, currently primarily stuff on race and trans people
Last Stand: George Bird Grinnell, The Battle to Save the Buffalo, and the Birth of the New West, by Michael Punke
> conservation and American history book! While bison specifically aren't my interest, their history is incredibly worth studying and something I want to learn more about, and conservation books in general I always find something worthwhile and important in, even in animals and plants I have no particular interest in. History is another topic I'm slowly adding to my library, primarily focused on the Americas and Russia
Indigenous Continent, by Pekka Hämäläinen
> INCREDIBLY relatedly, looking at American history through a very different lens, focusing on indigenous perspective instead. Incredibly excited to read this one in particular
Fen, Bog, and Swamp: A Short History of Peatland Destruction and Its Role in the Climate Crisis, by Annie Proulx
> more conservation and history! I know very little about peatland, it's not something I've got much experience with being from central California, so eager to learn more
The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss
> petrichorpaws suggested this one and the blurb on the back immediately had my attention! I don't read much fiction, much less non-animal related fiction, but I want to make an effort to branch out to it, and a friend's suggestion is one of my favorite places to start <3
Nike's owner also insisted on buying us some candles, I got three of them (The Writer, Enemies to Lovers, and Book Boyfriend), and surprised me with getting a book me and petrichorpaws were both ogling but didn't buy;
Stories from Bird Banding; Comics and photographs from the field, by Aya Rothwell
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gatotsu · 2 days
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"It's the role of the artist to observe and record what happens in the world and to whom. What we do not see, we cannot correct. What we do not acknowledge, we cannot repair. One of the most powerful tools of oppression is the insistence that certain lives are of little consequence. That some people's words are inconsequential. That what matters to them need not matter. Such categorical dismissal is not easy to achieve. Day by day and year by year, such cruel power takes a long time to root down. And even longer to eradicate."
Camille T. Dungy, Soil: The Story of a Black Mother's Garden
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"I didn't want you to have this," he whispered. If he could not consume my body, the food he'd given me to eat would have to do.
From "Let Me" by Camille T. Dungy
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