Directed by Desire: The Collected Poems of June Jordan
By June Jordan
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“Directed by Desire . . . is a powerful addition to the entire canon of American poetry.”—Booklist
Now in paperback, Directed by Desire is the definitive overview of June Jordan’s -poetry. Collecting the finest work from Jordan’s ten volumes, as well as dozens of “last poems” that were never published in Jordan’s lifetime, these more than six hundred pages overflow with intimate lyricism, elegance, fury, meditative solos, and dazzling vernacular riffs.
As Adrienne Rich writes in her introduction, June Jordan “wanted her readers, listeners, students, to feel their own latent power—of the word, the deed, of their own beauty and intrinsic value.”
From “These Poems”:
These poems
they are things that I do
in the dark
reaching for you
whoever you are
and
are you ready?
The cloth edition of Directed by Desire was selected as a Library Journal Poetry Book of the Year and received the Lambda Book Award for Lesbian Poetry.
June Jordan taught at UC Berkeley for many years and founded Poetry for the People. Her twenty-eight books include poetry, essays, fiction, and children’s books. She was a regular columnist for The Progressive and a prolific writer whose articles appeared in The Village Voice, The New York Times, Ms. Magazine, and The Nation. After her death in 2002, a school in the San Francisco School District was renamed in her honor.
June Jordan
June Jordan was born in Harlem in 1936. Poet, activist, teacher and essayist, she was a prolific, passionate and influential voice for liberation. She published 28 books of poetry, essays, and fiction, was a regular columnist for The Progressive and a prolific writer whose articles appeared in The Village Voice, The New York Times, Ms., Essence, the American Poetry Review, The Nation and many other periodicals. June Jordan died in 2002.
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Contents
Title Page
Note to Reader
Foreword by Adrienne Rich
Editors’ Note
These Poems
Who Look at Me (1969)
Who Look at Me
Some Changes (1971)
For My Mother
In the Times of My Heart
The New Pietà: For the Mothers and Children of Detroit
The Wedding
The Reception
Nowadays the Heroes
Not a Suicide Poem
This Man
Fibrous Ruin
Abandoned Baby
Uncle Bullboy
Maybe the Birds
In Memoriam: Martin Luther King, Jr.
If You Saw a Negro Lady
For Somebody to Start Singing
And Who Are You?
All the World Moved
Juice of a Lemon on the Trail of Little Yellow
I Live in Subtraction
What Declaration
My Sadness Sits Around Me
Not Looking
When I or Else
Whereas
Or
Let Me Live with Marriage
Toward a Personal Semantics
Then It Was
San Juan
For Christopher
Leaves Blow Backward
Nobody Riding the Roads Today
Firing Burst His Head
In Love
What Would I Do White?
Okay Negroes
For Beautiful Mary Brown: Chicago Rent Strike Leader
Solidarity Day, 1968
LBJ: Rejoinder
Poem for My Family: Hazel Griffin and Victor Hernandez Cruz
Uhuru in the O.R.
New like Nagasaki Nice like Nicene
Bus Window
No Train of Thought
Poem from the Empire State
47,000 Windows
What Happens
Clock on Hancock Street
Exercise in Quits
A Poem for All the Children
Cameo No. 1
Cameo No. 2
I Celebrate the Sons of Malcolm
In My Own Quietly Explosive Here
Of Faith: Confessional
Poem to the Mass Communications Media
Last Poem for a Little While
New Days: Poems of Exile and Return (1974)
Conditions for Leaving
May 1, 1970
On the Twenty-fifth Anniversary of the United Nations: 1970
Memo to Daniel Pretty Moynihan
Poems of Exile
Roman Poem Number One
Roman Poem Number Two
Roman Poem Number Three
Roman Poem Number Four
Roman Poem Number Six
Roman Poem Number Seven
Roman Poem Number Eight
Roman Poem Number Nine
Roman Poem Number Ten
Roman Poem Number Eleven
Roman Poem Number Twelve
Roman Poem Number Thirteen
Roman Poem Number Fourteen
Roman Poem Number Fifteen
Roman Poem Number Sixteen: Sightseer
Roman Poem Number Seventeen
Roman Poem Number Five
Poems of Return
May 27, 1971: No Poem
Realizing That Revolution Will Not Take Place by Telephone
On the Spirit of Mildred Jordan
After Reading the Number One Intellectual American Best Seller, Future Shock, All about Change Is Where We’re At
On Holidays in the Best Tradition
For C.G., Because David Came in Hot and Crying from the News
On Your Love
About Enrique’s Drawing
About Merry Christmas/Don’t Believe the Daily News
Poem about the Sweetwaters of the City
West Coast Episode
From an Uprooted Condition
Poem for Angela
On the Black Poet Reading His Poems in the Park
On the Black Family
For David: 1972
On Declining Values
It’s about You: On the Beach
On the Paradox in Rhyme
About the Reunion
Of Nightsong and Flight
After All Is Said and Done
Shortsong from My Heart
Onesided Dialog
Poem for My Love
About Long Distances on Saturday
On Divine Adaptation to an Age of Disbelief
On My Happy/Matrimonial Condition
Calling on All Silent Minorities
No Poem Because Time Is Not a Name
Fragments from a Parable
On the Murder of Two Human Being Black Men, Denver A. Smith and His Unidentified Brother, at Southern University, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, 1972
For My Brother
Poem for My Pretty Man
Poem to My Sister, Ethel Ennis, Who Sang The Star-Spangled Banner
at the Second Inauguration of Richard Milhous Nixon, January 20, 1973
On Moral Leadership as a Political Dilemma
For Michael Angelo Thompson
Getting Down to Get Over
from Things That I do in the Dark (1977)
For My Own
July 4, 1974
For My Jamaican Sister a Little Bit Lost on the Island of Manhattan
Poem for Granville Ivanhoe Jordan
Ah, Momma
From The Talking Back of Miss Valentine Jones: Poem # One
Directed by Desire
The Round of Grief
Poem in Celebration of the Recovery of Mrs. R. Buckminster Fuller, June 1967
One Minus One Minus One
On a New Year’s Eve
Sunflower Sonnet Number One
Sunflower Sonnet Number Two
Lullaby
For Ethelbert
You Came with Shells
On the Aluminum
Minutes from the Meeting
Queen Anne’s Lace
Wasted
For Dave: 1976
Meta-Rhetoric
Against the Stillwaters
On the Loss of Energy (and Other Things)
From Inside the Continuum
Poem Against the State (of Things): 1975
I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies
From The Talking Back of Miss Valentine Jones
Towards a Personal Semantics
I Am Untrue Yet I
On a Monday Afternoon
On a Thursday Evening
Excerpts from a Verse Diary of Somebody Trying to Get into Gear
For the Poet: Adrienne Rich
Some People
Ecology
Passion (1980)
Poem for Nana
Poem for the Poet Alexis De Veaux
Current Events
Poem about The Head of a Negro
The Morning on the Mountains
The Rationale, or She Drove Me Crazy
Case in Point
Poem of Personal Greeting for Fidel
Newport Jazz Festival: Saratoga Springs and Especially about George Benson and Everyone Who Was Listening
Patricia’s Poem
Hey, Baby: You married?
TV Is Easy Next to Life
1978
An Explanation Always Follows
Letter to the Local Police
Found Poem
Poem about a Night Out: Michael: Goodbye for a While
Poem about Police Violence
Sketching in the Transcendental
A Poem about Intelligence for My Brothers and Sisters
verse from a fragmentary marriage
1977: Poem for Mrs. Fannie Lou Hamer
Poem for South African Women
Notes on the Peanut
Unemployment Monologue
Toward a City That Sings
A Song of Sojourner Truth
Alla Tha’s All Right, but
Nightletters
Evidently Looking at the Moon Requires a Clean Place to Stand
Free Flight
Letter to My Friend the Poet Ntozake Shange
Legend of the Holy Night When the Police Finally Held Fire
A Poem about Vieques, Puerto Rico
Inaugural Rose
En Passant
For Li’l Bit
Niagara Falls
calling it quits
Poem toward the Bottom Line
Memoranda toward the Spring of Seventy-nine
A Short Note to My Very Critical and Well-Beloved Friends and Comrades
Rape Is Not a Poem
Memo:
What Is This in Reference To? or We Must Get Together Sometime Soon!
Poem #2 for Inaugural Rose
Poem about My Rights
Grand Army Plaza
Taking Care
A Right-to-Lifer in Grand Forks, North Dakota
From America: A Poem in Process
Living Room (1985)
From Sea to Shining Sea
in the february blizzard of 1983
Des Moines Iowa Rap
A poem for Jonathan
Poem for Nicaragua
First poem from Nicaragua Libre: Teotecacinte
Second poem from Nicaragua Libre: war zone
Third poem from Nicaragua Libre: photograph of Managua
Fourth poem from Nicaragua Libre: report from the frontier
Safe
Directions for Carrying Explosive Nuclear Wastes through Metropolitan New York
Greensboro: North Carolina:
Problems of Translation: Problems of Language
Independence Day in the U.S.A.
I am the fallen/I am the cliff
To Sing a Song of Palestine
Poem on the Road; for Alice Walker
July 4, 1984: For Buck
Poem for Dana
A Song for Soweto
Atlantic Coast Reggae
Poem for Etel Adnan Who Writes:
Richard Wright Was Wrong
Easter Comes to the East Coast: 1981
Song of the Law Abiding Citizen
October 23, 1983
look at the blackbird fall
March Song
Menu
Addenda to the Papal Bull
Poem for the Poet Sara Miles
Poem for Guatemala
On the Real World: Meditation #1.
the snow
Who Would Be Free, Themselves Must Strike the Blow
A Runaway Li’l Bit Poem
DeLiza Spend the Day in the City
DeLiza Questioning Perplexities:
November
Verse after Listening to Bartók Play Bartók a Second Time, or Different Ways of Tingling All Over
Poem towards a Final Solution
1981: On Call
3 for Kimako
A Reagan Era Poem in Memory of Scarlett O’Hara
Apologies to All the People in Lebanon
Tornado Watch
Another Poem about the Man
Story for Tuesday
War Verse
Poem Written to the Heavy Rain through the Trees, or An Update on the Moonlight Sonata
I Am No More and I Am No Less
1980: Note to the League of Women Voters
On Life After Life
Adrienne’s Poem: On the Dialectics of the Diatonic Scale
Grace
Poor Form
The Test of Atlanta 1979–
Notes towards Home
Relativity
Roots for a.b.t.
Home: January 29, 1984
The Cedar Trees of Lebanon
Nightline: September 20, 1982
The Beirut Jokebook
Here
Moving towards Home
from Naming Our Destiny (1989)
North Star
Famine
Intifada
Ghazal at Full Moon
Poem from Taped Testimony in the Tradition of Bernhard Goetz
Aftermath
To Free Nelson Mandela
Dance: Nicaragua
Verse for Ronald Slapjack Who Publicly Declared, I, Too, Am a Contra!
Poem Instead of a Columbus Day Parade
An Always Lei of Ginger Blossoms for the First Lady of Hawai‘i: Queen Lili‘uokalani
Something like a Sonnet for Phillis Miracle Wheatley
Poem for Benjamin Franklin
The Torn Sky: Lesson #1
Take Them Out!
Poem for Jan
Solidarity
In Paris
Poem on the Second Consecutive Day of Rain
Out in the Country of My Country (Peterborough, New Hampshire)
A Richland County Lyric for Elizabeth Asleep
The Madison Experience
A Sonnet from the Stony Brook
A Sonnet for a.b.t.
Poem on Bell’s Theorem, or Haying the Field by Quantum Mechanics
Poem Number Two on Bell’s Theorem, or The New Physicality of Long Distance Love
Last Poem on Bell’s Theorem, or Overriding the Local Common Sense of Causes to Effect
Romance in Irony
Trying to Capture Rapture
Winter Honey
At Some Moment the Confidence Snaps
Double Standard Lifestyle Studies: #1
Poem for Joy
Poem at the Midnight of My Life
The Female and the Silence of a Man
Poem for Buddy
Smash the Church
Don’t Estimate!
Financial Planning
Poem for Mark
DeLiza Come to London Town
DeLiza and the TV News
Sometimes DeLiza
War and Memory
from Haruko/Love Poems (1994)
New Year
For Haruko
Poem for Haruko
12:01 A.M.
Why I became a pacifist
‘CLEAN!’
Update
Poem about Process and Progress
Resolution #1,003
A Poem for Haruko 10/29
Admittedly
Boats afloat
Taiko Dōjō
Poem about Heartbreak That Go On and On
Speculations on the Present Through the Prism of the Past
Poem for Haruko
Ichiban
Phoenix Mystery #1
Phoenix Mystery #2
Postscript for Haruko: On War and Peace
Haruko:
Big City Happening
Poem on the Quantum Mechanics of Breakfast with Haruko
Mendocino Memory
Letter to Haruko from Decorah, Iowa, U.S.A.
plum blossom plum jam
First full moon of a new and final decade
I train my eyes to see
Kissing God Goodbye (1997)
Poem for a Young Poet
November Poem for Alegría: 1996
What Great Grief Has Made the Empress Mute
Argument with the Buddha
merry-go-round poetry
Lebanon Lebanon
Short Takes
Sometimes Clarity Comes in the Dark
Poem After Receiving Voicemail from You After (I Don’t Even Know Anymore) How Long!
Tanka Trio
Ghaflah
Haiku for the Would-Be Killers of a Teacher
Bridget Song #1
Study #1
The Eclipse of 1996
Message from Belfast
Letter to Mrs. Virginia Thomas, Wife of Whatzhisname Lamentably Appointed to the Supreme Court, U.S.A.
First Poem after Serious Surgery
The Bombing of Baghdad
October Snowpea Poem
Campsite #21
Bosnia Bosnia
Focus in Real Time
Poem in Memory of Alan Schindler, 22 Years Old
Poem Because the 1996 U.S. Poet Laureate Told the San Francisco Chronicle There Are Obvious
Poets—All of Them White—and Then There Are Representative
Poets—None of Them White
poem to continue a conversation
Christmas Poem
Poem at the End of the Third Year
Birthday in Paris
Study #2 for b.b.L.
Poem #1 for b.b.L.
Poem #3 for b.b.L.
Fact Sheets for b.b.L.
Poem #4 for b.b.L.
Poem for Laura
Poem #6 for b.b.L.
Poem #7 for b.b.L.
Intifada Incantation: Poem #8 for b.b.L.
Tanka Metaphors or Not for b.b.L.
Haiku for b.b.L.
Poem #9 for b.b.L.
Kissing God Goodbye
Last Poems (1997–2001)
1997 birthday poem for b.b.L.
Poem on the Death of Princess Diana
For Alice Walker (a summertime tanka)
Poem Against the Temptations of Ambivalence
Poem towards the End of a Winter Evening
T’ang Poem #2
1998 Mid-Day Philadelphia Haiku
T’ang Poem #3
First Anniversary T’ang Poem
Poem of Commitment
The End of Kindness: Poem for Dr. Elizabeth Ann Karlin
Poem for Annie Topham, Partner of Dr. Elizabeth Ann Karlin
I guess it was my destiny to live so long
Bridget Running
Pleasures of Love
Shakespeare’s 116th Sonnet in Black English Translation
Poem to Take Back the Night
Kosovo Fugue in Seven Parts
T’ang Poem
New Year Poem
As the sun sets all the water lets the sky slip away
2/27/01
Scenario Revision #1
Buzz Off: Romantic Poem #1
Interim Mystery Poem for Haruko
Lo que tengo que decir
Ode #2 Written during Chemotherapy at UCSF, or Ode to I’d Really Rather Be Sailing
Poem at the End of the Third Week
A Couple of Questions
Drizzle spills soft air
(Thoughts of) A Teenage African Girl Standing on the Auction Block
Bay waters rolling
Trumpet vine sneaks in
For Mohammed al-Direh
My Victim Poem
Snowpea
T’ang Poem for Amadou Diallo
December Snowpea Poem
Love Song about Choosing Your Booze
Racial Profile #1
Racial Profile #2
Racial Profile #3
Poem for Black English
Owed to Eminem
Democracy Poem #1
Owed to Eminem #2
Poem for The New York Times Dedicated to Dr. Elizabeth Ann Karlin
Ode to the Gun Lobby
It’s Hard to Keep a Clean Shirt Clean
To Be Continued:
Poem for Siddhārtha Gautama of the Shākyas: The Original Buddha
About the Author
About the Editors
Index of Titles
Books by June Jordan
Copyright
Pressmark
Special Thanks
Foreword
June Jordan’s poetry embraces a half-century in which she dwelt as poet, intellectual, and activist: also as teacher, observer, and recorder. In a sense unusual among twentieth-century poets of the United States, she believed in and lived the urgency of the word-along with action—to resist abuses of power and violations of dignity in—and beyond—her country.
This book appears in a time when reflections of human solidarity, trust, compassion, and respect are in danger of disappearing from our public landscape, when what glares out from public discourse is division—not the great racial and class divides that have afflicted us since colonization but oppositions marked as cultural
: modernity versus regression, fundamentalist faith versus secular reason, red
versus blue.
Without denying our cruel separations, Jordan went for human commonality, the opportunities for beholding and being seen by one another. One of her early poems, Who Look at Me,
was originally written for a book of images of black Americans by white and black visual artists.
see me brown girl throat
that throbs from servitude
see me hearing fragile
leap
and lead a black boy
reckless to succeed
to wrap my pride
around tomorrow and to go
there
without fearing
see me darkly covered ribs
around my heart across my skull
thin skin protects the part
that dulls from longing
Jordan took the world as her field and theme and passion. She studied it, argued with it, went forth to meet it in every way she knew. Along with poems, she wrote children’s fiction, speeches, political journalism, musical plays, an opera libretto, and a memoir. But poetry stood at the core of her sensibility. Her teaching began in the 1960s with the founding of a poetry program for black and Puerto Rican youth in Brooklyn called The Voice of the Children; in her late years she created Poetry for the People, a course in the writing and teaching of poetry for students at the University of California-Berkeley. She saw poetry as integrated with everything else she did—journalism, theater work, activism, friendship. Poetry, for her, was no pavilion in a garden, nor simply testimony to her inner life.
She believed, and nourished the belief, that genuine, up-from-the-bottom revolution must include art, laughter, sensual pleasure, and the widest possible human referentiality. She wrote from her experience in a woman’s body and a dark skin, though never solely as
or for.
Sharply critical of nationalism, separatism, chauvinism of all kinds, as tendencies toward narrowness and isolation, she was too aware of democracy’s failures to embrace false integrations. Her poetic sensibility was kindred to Blake’s scrutiny of innocence and experience; to Whitman’s vision of sexual and social breadth; to Gwendolyn Brooks’s and Romare Bearden’s portrayals of ordinary black people’s lives; to James Baldwin’s expression of the bitter contradictions within the republic.
Keeping vibrations of hope on the pulse through dispiriting times was part of the task she set herself. She wanted her readers, listeners, students to feel their own latent power—of the word, the deed, of their own beauty and intrinsic value; she wanted each of us to understand how isolation can leave us defenseless and paralyzed. She knew, and wrote about, the power of violence, of hate, but her real theme, which infused her style, was the need, the impulse, for relation. Her writing was above all dialogic:
reaching for you
whoever you are
and
are you ready?
.....................
I am a stranger
learning to worship the strangers
around me
whoever you are
whoever I may become.
(from These Poems
)
She was a most personal of political poets. Her poems could be cajoling and vituperative, making love and war simultaneously, as, in this collection, soft-spoken sensual lyrics cohabit with performance pieces. Yet there’s a June Jordan persona throughout, directed by desire, moving between longings for a physical person and for a wider human solidarity, vocalizing a range from seductive to hortatory, accusing illegitimate authority along with the recalcitrancy of unavailable lovers.
She devised her poems with passion, finesse, and a compressed, individual style. She once defined poems as voiceprints of language.
Hers arc back and forth between manifestos and love lyrics, jazz poetry and sonnets, reportage (when the witness takes a stand
) and murmured lust, spoken-word
and meditative solos, with mood-shifts and image-juxtapositions to match.
MARCH SONG
Snow knuckles melted to pearls
of black water
Face like a landslide of stars
in the dark
Icicles plunging to waken the grave
Tree berries purple and bitten
by birds
Curves of horizon squeeze
on the sky
Telephone wires glide
down the moon
Outlines of space later
pieces of land
with names like Beirut
where the game is to tear
up the whole Hemisphere
into pieces of children
and patches of sand
Asleep on a pillow the two
of us whisper we know
about apples and hot bread
and honey
Hunting for safety
and eager for peace
We follow the leaders who chew up
the land
with names like Beirut
where the game is to tear
up the whole Hemisphere
into pieces of children
and patches of sand
I’m standing in place
I’m holding your hand
and pieces of children
on patches of sand
Here she breaks what is actually a dactylic metrical line so that the beat is undermined and countered by the line-breaks: a subtle disorienting of form and expectation.
Her flexible, swift mind was tuned to what John Edgar Wideman has called the continuum of language
: intimate lyricism, frontal rhetoric, elegance, fury, meditative solos, dazzling vernacular riffs. These are poems full of specificity–people and places, facts, grocery lists, imaginary scenarios of social change, anecdotes, talk—that June Jordan voice, compelling, blandishing, outraged and outrageous, tender and relentless with the trust that her words matter, that someone is listening and ready for them.
She knew many poetries, ancient and modern. Her sonnets, for example, are both silken and surprising:
SUNFLOWER SONNET NUMBER TWO
Supposing we could just go on and on as two
voracious in the days apart as well as when
we side by side (the many ways we do
that) well! I would consider then
perfection possible, or else worthwhile
to think about. Which is to say
I guess the costs of long term tend to pile
up, block and complicate, erase away
the accidental, temporary, near
thing/pulsebeat promises one makes
because the chance, the easy new, is there
in front of you. But still, perfection takes
some sacrifice of falling stars for rare.
And there are stars, but none of you, to spare.
But in her preface to the collection Passion, she matched herself consciously with the tradition of New World poetry,
non-European, deriving in North America from Whitman, and including Pablo Neruda, Agostinho Neto, Gabriela Mistral, Langston Hughes, Margaret Walker, and Edward Brathwaite.
In the poetry of The New World, you meet with a reverence for the material world that begins with a reverence for human life, an intellectual trust in sensuality as a means of knowledge and of unity, an easily deciphered system of reference, aspiration to a believable, collective voice and, consequently, emphatic preference for broadly accessible language and/or spoken
use of language, a structure of forward energies that interconnects apparently discrete or even conflictual elements, saturation by quotidian data, and a deliberate balancing of perception with vision: a balancing of sensory report with moral exhortation.
(from Passion: New Poems 1977–1980, xxiv)
To read through Directed by Desire is to see June Jordan, restless in movement, writing always for the voice: sometimes for the intimate interior room, sometimes more for declamation. Some of her long declamatory poems, specific to certain moments or written for public occasions, don’t survive on the page absent the vibrancy of her live breath and bodily presence. Others do, and will, such as I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies
:
And if I
if I ever let love go
because the hatred and the whisperings
become a phantom dictate I
obey in lieu of impulse and realities
(the blossoming flamingos of my
wild mimosa trees)
then let love freeze me
out.
Some of her brief message-poems for friends can seem tenuous and transitory. Others are firmly chiseled epigrams:
POEM NUMBER TWO ON BELL’S THEOREM,
OR THE NEW PHYSICALITY OF LONG DISTANCE LOVE
There is no chance that we will fall apart
There is no chance
There are no parts.
In the last years of her life, when she was often in great pain from metastasized cancer, surgery and chemotherapy, her wit and fury enabled her to go on writing love poems and polemics, some in delicately caressing language, some grimly or hilariously resistant to diminishment. Turn for example to Racial Profile #2
or the exuberantly scathing rap Owed to Eminem
:
I’m the Slim Lady the real Slim Lady
the real Slim Lady just a little ole lady
uh-huh
uh-huh
I’m the Slim Lady the real Slim Lady
all them other age ladies
just tryin to page me
but I’m Slim Lady the real Slim Lady
and I will
stand up…
I assume that you fume while the
dollar bills bloom
and you magnify scum while the
critics stay mum
and you anguish and languish runnin
straight to the bank…
And she continued, as in Poem of Commitment,
to mingle the conflictual elements
of outraged witness and lyrical beauty:
Because cowards attack
by committee
and others kill with bullets
while some numb by numbers
bleeding the body and the language
of a child
...............
Who would behold the colorings of a cloud
and legislate its shadows
legislate its shine?
Or confront a cataract of rain
and seek to interdict its speed
and suffocate its sound?
Or disappear the trees
behind a nomenclature
no one knows by heart?
Or count the syllables that invoke
the mother of my tongue?
Or say the game goes the way
of the wind
And the wind blows the way
of the ones who make
and break
the rules?
...............
because
because
because as far as I can tell
less than a thousand children playing
in the garden of a thousand flowers
means the broken neck
of birds
I commit my body and my language…
And throughout her ardent, abbreviated life, she did.
—Adrienne Rich
Editors’ Note
This book collects June Jordan’s published verse, presented here in sequence, beginning with her first book. We also include here the previously unpublished manuscript of the book of poems that she was working on at the time of her death.
We remain deeply grateful to June Jordan for decades of editorial collaboration, love, talk, and friendship, and for the invitation to work together on this volume. We appreciate the advice, support, and inspiration of June’s son, friends, colleagues, and students, and the faith and hard work of all at Copper Canyon Press.
–Jan Heller Levi and Sara Miles
Executors, June Jordan Literary Estate
DIRECTED BY DESIRE
These Poems
These poems
they are things that I do
in the dark
reaching for you
whoever you are
and
are you ready?
These words
they are stones in the water
running away
These skeletal lines
they are desperate arms for my longing and love.
I am a stranger
learning to worship the strangers
around me
whoever you are
whoever I may become.
1969
Who Look at Me
For Christopher my son
Who Look at Me
Who would paint a people
black or white?
For my own I have held
where nothing showed