Natasha Trethewey Poems
|1.||Elegy For The Native Guards||3/13/2014|
|2.||Kitchen Maid With Supper At Emmaus, Or The Mulata||2/27/2014|
|11.||Theories Of Time And Space||3/13/2014|
|14.||Domestic Work, 1937||1/13/2003|
Domestic Work, 1937
All week she's cleaned
someone else's house,
stared down her own face
in the shine of copper--
bottomed pots, polished
wood, toilets she'd pull
the lid to--that look saying
Let's make a change, girl.
But Sunday mornings are hers--
church clothes starched
and hanging, a record spinning
on the console, the whole house
dancing. She raises the shades,
washes the rooms in light,
buckets of water, Octagon soap.
Cleanliness is next to godliness ...
Windows and doors flung wide,
forward and back, neck ...