Pietà

By Kevin Young b. 1970 Kevin Young
I hunted heaven
for him.

No dice.

Too uppity,
it was. Not enough

music, or dark dirt.

I begged the earth empty
of him. Death

believes in us whether
we believe

or not. For a long while
I watch the sound

of a boy bouncing a ball
down the block

take its time
to reach me. Father,

find me when
you want. I’ll wait.

Source: Poetry (September 2011).

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This poem originally appeared in the September 2011 issue of Poetry magazine

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Biography

Kevin Young was born in Lincoln, Nebraska. He studied under Seamus Heaney and Lucie Brock-Broido at Harvard University and, while a student there, became a member of the Dark Room Collective, a community of African American writers founded by Thomas Sayers Ellis and Sharan Strange. He was awarded a Stegner Fellowship from Stanford University, and later earned an MFA from Brown University. Three of Kevin Young’s books form what . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Living, Sorrow & Grieving, Relationships, Family & Ancestors, Religion, Christianity

POET’S REGION U.S., Southern

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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