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The Undertaker's Daughter
"Poems that stick with you like a song that won't stop repeating itself in your brain, poems whose cadences burrow into your bloodstream, orchestrating your breathing long before their sense attaches its hooks to your heart."—Washington Post on Captivity
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The Undertaker's Daughter
"Poems that stick with you like a song that won't stop repeating itself in your brain, poems whose cadences burrow into your bloodstream, orchestrating your breathing long before their sense attaches its hooks to your heart."—Washington Post on Captivity
"Poems that stick with you like a song that won't stop repeating itself in your brain, poems whose cadences burrow into your bloodstream, orchestrating your breathing long before their sense attaches its hooks to your heart."—Washington Post on Captivity
Toi Derricotte is an award-winning poet whose work tackles difficult and universal subject matter such as violence, racism, motherhood, and self-identity through an autobiographical lens. She is the author of The Undertaker’s Daughter and four previous poetry collections,including Tender, winner of the Paterson PoetryPrize. She is the recipient of two Pushcart Prizesand fellowships from the National Endowmentfor the Arts and the Guggenheim Foundation,among other honors. Derricotte is cofounder ofCave Canem, professor emerita at the Universityof Pittsburgh, and a chancellor of the Academy ofAmerican Poets.
Table of Contents
Contents Part I. The Undertaker’s Daughter I am not afraid to be memoir Burial sites The undertaker’s daughter Sunday afternoons at Claire Carlyle’s For my unnamed brother (1943–1943) Dolls Part II. A Memory of the Future I see my father after his death My dad & sardines On a picture of the Buddhist monk Pema Chödrön On the revolution of the Jersey cows The new pet The Telly Cycle For Telly the fish Special ears Another poem of a small grieving for my fish Telly On the reasons I loved Telly the fish Because I was good to Telly in his life, An apology to Telly the revolutionary When the goddess makes love to me, Untitled The night I stopped singing like Billie Holiday When I touched her The iris and chicken fat Lighting the tulips Gershwin A little prayer to Our Lady To a cruel lover Cherry blossoms How Craig Foster enabled me to write the poems I’m writing now & gave me this voice Part III. The Undertaking The exigencies of form The undertaking Acknowledgments
