Readings in Contemporary Poetry

Sonia Sanchez


under a soprano sky


      1.

once i lived on pillars in a green house
boarded by lilacs that rocked voices into weeds.
i bled an owl’s blood
shredding the grass until i
rocked in a choir of worms.
obscene with hands, i wooed the world
with thumbs
	       while yo-yos hummed.
was it an unborn lacquer i peeled?
the woods, tall as waves, sang in mixed
tongues that loosened the scalp
and my bones wrapped in white dust
returned to echo in my thighs.

i hear a pulse wandering somewhere
on vague embankments.
O are my hands breathing?  I cannot smell the nerves.
i saw the sun
ripening green stones for fields.
O have my eyes run down?  i cannot taste my birth.

      2.

now as i move, mouth quivering with silks
my skin runs soft with eyes.
descending into my legs, i follow obscure birds
purchasing orthopedic wings.
the air is late this summer.

i peel the spine and flood
the earth with adolescence.
O who will pump these breasts?  I cannot waltz my tongue.

under a soprano sky, a woman sings,
lovely as chandeliers.

from Under a Soprano Sky
Africa World Press, 1987


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