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The Chanteuse
- Callaloo
- Johns Hopkins University Press
- Volume 26, Number 3, Summer 2003
- pp. 580-581
- 10.1353/cal.2003.0109
- Article
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( The Chanteuse )
Kevin Young
I was born down the road
where there ain't no
roads, no pictures
no producers neither—
I danced to the radio
when it wasn't singing Sunday,
auditioned for the locusts
& mocking-
birds, the chickens
who never hollered Cut.
Soon I knew I had to see
the ocean fill with sun
& grabbed me a morning train
to pull my way here
where stars paparazzi the ground.
Here, the five stories
to my flat keep me fit—
that, and a hot plate, a cold
can of beans whose jagged lid
opens your hand
as if it was charity. Giving [End Page 580]
blood. Here
the couch has a caste
all its own—the can-can
line each night grows broader
the kicks higher
but still sounds better
than the soup line.
Soon the world might want
to hear a country girl sing
bout her last good thing—
Said soon the world might
want itself to hear
this country girl sing bout
her last good thing—
Earn my hand a green-gold ring.
Till then the nights fill
with what I know
must be stars beyond
flickering streetlights, the haze—
I've learned that even after
it sets, the smallest sun can stay,
your eyelids stain—
if you stare straight
at it, a camera, don't look away.
Kevin Young is Ruth Lilly Professor of Poetry at Indiana University, Bloomington. He is the author of Jelly Roll: A Blues (2003), To Repel Ghosts (2001), and Most Way Home (1995), selected by Lucille Clifton as part of the National Poetry Series and winner of the John C. Zacharis First Book Prize from Ploughshares. His Blues Poems anthology will be published as part of the Everyman Pocket Poets series September 2003.
Copyright © 2003, Kevin Young.
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