By Meena Alexander b. 1951 Meena Alexander
I watch your hands at the keyboard
Making music, one hand with a tiny jot,
A birthmark I think where finger bone
Joins palm, mark of the fish,
Living thing in search of a watering
Hole set in a walled garden,
Or in a field with all the fences torn:
Where I hear your father cry into the wind
That beats against stones in a small town
Where you were born; its cornfields
Skyward pointing, never sown, never
To be reaped, flagrant, immortal.

Meena Alexander, "Cadenza" from Quickly Changing River. Copyright © 2008 by Meena Alexander.  Reprinted by permission of Northwestern University Press.

Source: Quickly Changing River (Northwestern University Press, 2008)

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Poet Meena Alexander b. 1951

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Subjects Living, Nature, Weather, Arts & Sciences, Music

Poetic Terms Free Verse

 Meena  Alexander


Born in Allahabad, India, poet Meena Alexander was raised in south India and Sudan. She earned a BA at Khartoum University and a PhD at Nottingham University. She is the author of numerous collections of poetry, including Birthplace with Buried Stones (2013), PEN Open Book Award–winner Illiterate Heart (2002), and House of a Thousand Doors (1988). In her poetry, which has been translated into several languages, Alexander . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Nature, Weather, Arts & Sciences, Music

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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