Witness to a Meadow in Virginia
Cows kneel in fields
fireflies have abandoned.
Soon another year of flickering,
a comet's shower of flowers in the grass.
I was born in another country,
Leopold, the cruel king.
I embroidered butterflies
on handkerchiefs
sold by the African missions.
A child, I said papillon,
and fluttered my wrists,
imagining shiny coins in boxes
shipped to the Congo
where children dreamed
severed hands of their ancestors
took wing on the path.
Today I bow to the swallowtails,
spangled fritillaries and sulphurs
as if they were royalty.
by Colette Inez
Colette Inez has authored 9 poetry collections, most recently Spinoza Doesn’t Come Here Anymore (Melville House Books). She is widely anthologized and received fellowships from both the Guggenheim and the Rockefeller Foundations, twice from the NEA and won 2 Pushcart Prizes. Previously a visiting professor at Cornell, Ohio, Bucknell and Colgate Universities, she is currently on the faculty of Columbia University. She has appeared on public radio and TV. Her memoir The Secret of M. Dulong was published in 2005 by The University of Wisconsin Press.
© 2008 Colette Inez
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