A review by yagorlreggie
City of a Hundred Fires by Richard Blanco
4.0
thinking about when I met Richard Blanco and had a workshop class with him while I was involved in a community group in my adolescence (he lived right down the road from where we were staying, a wild memory), remembering how he had read to us excerpts from this collection and some others, how his way of reading his poetry was so deliberate, but tender and heartfelt.
“She holds up red grapes to ask me what I think,
and what I think is this, a new poem about her-
the grapes look like dusty rubies in her hands,
what I say is this: they look sweet, very sweet.”
struggling to remember spanish words I might have never learned, but context clues are helpful enough to figure it out :)
“She holds up red grapes to ask me what I think,
and what I think is this, a new poem about her-
the grapes look like dusty rubies in her hands,
what I say is this: they look sweet, very sweet.”
struggling to remember spanish words I might have never learned, but context clues are helpful enough to figure it out :)