
Friday Dec 02, 2011
The Other Mother
An old rant poem, in which I tried to assuage and address the grief and guilt of writing in English, demons I have long since laid to rest. But, as I increasingly meet and work with poets for whom writing in their mother tongue is an act of great personal and political importance, I return to this poem, and wish to archive it here.
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