In the 1942 Foreword to This Is My Century: New and Collected Poems by Margaret Walker, Stephen Vincent Benét wrote how difficult it was to select any one poem to highlight Walker’s work. I couldn’t agree more but I wanted to share some of her poems on our blog since it is Ms. Walker’s birthday on Friday. She would have been 98.
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These verses are from Walker’s poem “For My People”.
For my playmates in the clay and dust and sand of Alabama
backyards playing baptizing and preaching and doctor and jail
and soldier and school and mama and cooking and playhouse
and concert and store and hair and Miss Choomby and
company;
For the cramped bewildered years we went to school to learn to
know the reasons why and the answers to and the people who
and the places where and the days when, in memory of the
bitter hours when we discovered we were black and poor and
small and different and nobody cared and nobody wondered
and nobody understood;
. . .
For my people thronging 47th Street in Chicago and Lenox
Avenue in New York and Rampart Street in New Orleans,
lost disinherited dispossessed and happy people filling the
cabarets and taverns and other people’s pockets needing bread
and shoes and milk and land and money and something–
something all our own.
. . .
“For My People” can be found in its entirety in This Is My Century.
On Friday at 11:30 am there is a celebration of Ms. Walker’s birthday with music and free food. Everyone is invited. Follow the Margaret Walker Alexander National Research Center on Facebook. More info is also available on the center’s website.
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