#monaventlitteraire2020 - Jour 16

Jour 16 : le livre le plus poétique

La poésie et moi…
On peut les compter sur les doigts d'une main les recueils de poésie que j'ai lus ces dernières années...

Les puristes vont certainement hurler à mort quand ils verront le livre que j’ai sélectionné pour cette rubrique.
Je m’en excuse par avance.

En dépit des réserves que j’ai pu émettre sur Betty, j’ai beaucoup apprécié le style de Tiffany McDaniel. Et des passages tels que :

“Look up, Betty.”
He gently guided my face to the sky with the back of his hand under my chin.
“Somewhere up there is heaven,” he said. “And we’re a little to the south of it. That’s where south of heaven is. It’s right here.” He stomped the ground beneath us. “It doesn’t matter where you are or where you’re goin’ because you’ll always be south of heaven.”
“I be south of heaven.” In great wonder, I looked up at the sky.
“Ain’t nowhere else to be,” he said.

My father’s hands were soil. My mother’s were rain. No wonder they could not hold one another without causing enough mud for two. And yet out of that mud, they built us a house that became a home.

Most folks think it’s a vulture that flies the highest. But they’re wrong. It’s the eagle. Dad says it’s why their heads are white. Eagles fly so high, the tops of their heads touch heaven and turn the feathers white in how holy that touch is.

m'émeuvent tout autant, voire plus, que la plupart des poèmes "authentiques".