Toi Derricotte

(April 12, 1941 / Hamtramck, Michigan)

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  • Rookie Joanne Elliott (1/18/2014 7:21:00 PM)

    A wondrous poet - so deep & meaningful.

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  • Rookie - 24 Points Benjuzzy Okpuzor (1/20/2012 5:16:00 AM)

    wawu, too lovely, good poems mum

  • Rookie Jerry Buckley (1/19/2012 12:29:00 PM)

    I really enjoyed your poem The Weakness... a powerful and honest write. Thanks.... Jerry Buckley

  • Rookie Ward Stewart (1/18/2012 7:31:00 PM)

    Bless your sweet heart!

Elegy For My Husband

Bruce Derricotte, June 22, 1928 - June 21, 2011

What was there is no longer there:
Not the blood running its wires of flame through the whole length
Not the memories, the texts written in the language of the flat hills
No, not the memories, the porch swing and the father crying
The genteel and elegant aunt bleeding out on the highway
(Too black for the white ambulance to pick up)
Who had sent back lacquered plates from China

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