Then fate drew
the sable curtain of night
on your meteoric life
For Black History Month, a haiku to honor Phillis Wheatley, 1753-1784, the first African-American to publish a book of poetry. I stole the middle line from her lovely poem, A Hymn to the Evening.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Noteworthy my friend
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Indeed she was. Thank, Ivor!
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Nice.
Thanks for the link to her wirk. Old fashioned nut lovely
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Agreed. Definitely 18th century but it’s good to know where we came from.
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Nicely done too.
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Thanks, D!
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Beautiful!
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Grazie, Luisa!
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Beautifully written!
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Thanks!
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Perfect for Black History Month!ββ€οΈ
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Especially because she’s been nearly forgotten.
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I learned a lot of Black History from teaching in DC.
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