Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Lorna Goodison, poet and author

Lorna Goodison is a poet I read and re-read.  This is an excerpt from one of my favourite poems of hers.

I am Becoming My Mother

Yellow/brown woman
fingers smelling always of onions

My mother raises rare blooms
and waters them with tea
her berith waters sang like rivers
my mother is now me...


And here she is, herself, reading an excerpt from a book about her mother.

No comments:

Post a Comment