Cornelius Eady

Sep 10, 2024 | 3quarksdaily.com | Cornelius Eady |Jim Culleny

Nina's BluesYour body, hard vowels In a soft dress, is still. What you can't know is that after you died All the black poets In New York City Took a deep breath, And breathed you out; Dark corners of small clubs, The silence you left twitchingOn the floors of the gigs You turned your back on, The balled-up fists of notes Flung, angry from a keyboard. You won't be able to hear us Try to etch what rose Off your eyes, from your throat.

Sep 4, 2024 | 3quarksdaily.com | Cornelius Eady |Jim Culleny

I'm a Fool To Love YouSome folks will tell you the blues is a woman. Some type of supernatural creature. My mother would tell you, if she could, About her life with my father, A strange and sometimes cruel gentleman. She would tell you about the choices A young black woman faces. Is falling in love with some man A deal with the devil In blue terms, the tongue we use When we don't want nuance To get in the way, When we need to talk straight.

Aug 12, 2024 | poetryfoundation.org | Cornelius Eady

Down the aisle for the likes of us. In our heads The Tingler scurried, our darkest screams,The horror we know, but won’t talk about,From the mouth of the corpseLike a weevil, looking for a home. So many characters perishedIn that movie—they never believed they had it in themUntil those pincers closed.

Jun 25, 2023 | pshares.org | Cornelius Eady |James Randall |Jean Thompson |Elizabeth Alexander

The Spring 2002 issue of Ploughshares, guest-edited by Cornelius Eady. Ploughshares, a journal of new writing, is guest-edited serially by prominent writers who explore different personal visions, aesthetics, and literary circles. Edited by award-winning poet Cornelius Eady (Kartunes, Victims of the Latest Dance Craze), this issue features new works from Elizabeth Alexander, Terrance Hayes, Shreela Ray, Al Young, and Yolanda Wisher.

Apr 6, 2023 | internazionale.it | Cornelius Eady

In un capitolo nascosto del Libro Sacro c’è un versetto che spieghi cosa importi a Gesù della moda, perché i miei piedi debbano essere rinchiusi e schiacciati? Quando sei un bambino è come ti veste qualcun altro: non crescerai dentro queste scarpe di vernice, nere e brillanti per quanto lo voglia tua madre. Andando a catechismo, sei un miraggio, come il brillare del nuovo negozio, strascichi i piedi, mentre obbedisci. Cornelius Eady è un poeta e librettista afroamericano nato nel 1954.