Reginald Dwayne Betts. Photo by Mamadi Doumbouya
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Blood History
The things that abandon you get remembered different.
As precise as the English language can be, with words
like penultimate and perseverate, there is not a combination
of sounds that describe only that leaving. Once,
drinking and smoking with buddies, a friend asked if
I’d longed for a father. Had he said wanted, I would have
dismissed him in the way that youngins dismiss it all:
a shrug, sarcasm, a sharp jab to stomach, laughter.
But he said longing. & in a different place, I might
have wept. Said, once, my father lived with us & then he
didn’t and it fucked me up so much I didn’t think about
his leaving until I held my own son in my arms & only
now speak on it. A man who drank Boone’s Farm and Mad
Dog like water once told me & some friends that there is no
word for father where he comes from, not like we know it.
There the word father is the same as the word for listen.
The blunts we passed around let us to abandon the English
language. Not that much though. But what if the old
head knew something? & if you have no father, you can’t
hear straight. Years later, that same friend asked about
longing, wondered why I named my son after my father.
You know that’s the kind of shit turns the rest of your life
into a prayer no dead man will answer.
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Reginald Dwayne Betts is the founder and director of the Freedom Reads. A poet and lawyer, he is the author of four books. His latest collection of poetry, Felon, was awarded the American Book Award and an NAACP Image Award. He has been a Guggenheim Fellow, an Emerson Fellow at New America, and a Fellow at Harvard’s Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Studies. He holds a J.D. from Yale Law School. [For more about Reginald Dwayne Betts, click here.]
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William H. Johnson. Man in Vest. Smithsonian American Art Museum
Great poem.
Posted by: Susan Campbell | October 24, 2021 at 12:08 PM
"There the word father is the same as the word for listen." Wonderful line in an arresting poem.
Posted by: David Lehman | October 24, 2021 at 12:20 PM
I am a big fan of Reginald Dwayne Betts. I’m so glad you made him your pick and this is a fantastic poem to feature!
Posted by: Abbie Mulvihill | October 24, 2021 at 01:28 PM
Thanks, Abbie. I'm glad you liked it.
Posted by: Terence Winch | October 24, 2021 at 01:33 PM
What an amazing poem, thank you for writing it and for posting it.
Posted by: Diane Ward | October 24, 2021 at 02:44 PM
Love this poem. Strong and a bit wistful. This poem had me remembering my own father who was a great listener.
Posted by: Eileen | October 24, 2021 at 03:13 PM
Sometimes a poem is more than a poem. A prayer, a prophesy, a light.
Posted by: Grace Cavalieri | October 24, 2021 at 03:34 PM
Betts is a favorite of mine. Thanks for posting this beauty.
Posted by: clarinda | October 24, 2021 at 04:20 PM
Thanks back to you, Clarinda.
Posted by: Terence Winch | October 24, 2021 at 05:53 PM
Betts is a genius. This poem manages to be intensely personal and yet it lets you into some secrets about the world; not just his world. Thanks for sharing.
Posted by: Eileen Estes | October 24, 2021 at 11:53 PM
Eileen: glad you liked it.
Posted by: Terence Winch | October 25, 2021 at 09:39 AM
What a terrific poem, packed with surprising detail, urgent. I love how conversational the language is while all along the poem stays set in a musical measure that doesn't distract, impede, and the words run forward.
Posted by: Don Berger | October 25, 2021 at 11:29 AM
When the poet holds his little son in his arms, he can now speak of his father's leaving. I think that he "speaks on it" directly to his dead father and indirectly through naming his son after his father. This two-fold speaking is his prayer that his father will be a listener, but he knows that won't happen, and we share his sorrow.
Posted by: Peter Kearney | October 26, 2021 at 12:18 AM
Mr. Betts' "Million Book Project" is an absolute act of heroism. Object: get as many books to prisoners as possible/expand that idea eventually toward a pedagogy. This guy is a force of nature.
Posted by: Gerald Fleming | October 26, 2021 at 01:06 AM
bam
Posted by: lally | October 26, 2021 at 09:28 PM