This week in MODPO: Sunday the 12th at 12:30, room B, this heart-breaking poem by Countee Cullen,
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.
Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."
I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.
We have recently added to our library collections poetry by Robert Carlton Brown, Lorine Niedecker, Cid Corman, Genevieve Taggard and the mad, or madcap, opinions differ, Baroness Elsa von Freytag Loringhoven. All are ModPo favorites.