Voices Haiti (Creole): Job, Video Poem | Pulitzer Center
Job
This is a home that is a haven, these walls, wavy band dechikete line cracks, cracks in the chimney that implied light and rain entry-this is my comfort, here, in deep catacombs Port-au-Prince, under a large breadfruit trees blade with its fragile branches, pixeon with its abundance; here where yard cluttered pixeon with trash, iron sheet, and break blocks to escape the mayhem and drop here to serve, they say, are for later-this are seeking papers in ruins, and to tell the truth, money, pixeon bread, pan, clothes and a response with the name you call it. This is home where I pray every night: "Teach me to do calculations Job, learning my insanity Hosea's, I learned how to become a priest suffering people, show me how I have not risked pixeon your name for me, show me how I dream of heaven open, clear air like rivers to the lungs that ravaged, fruits for use expensive pixeon these bones under my skin break, the cycle for me fatty. Please lift me before the next disaster, I woke up and leave the place before itself also dekonstonbre like all other things-I learned how to sleep deeply pixeon with faith you come wake me when the time came; learn and I sleep zespwa I recover cracked pixeon the shelter, I learned, this guy, who lost, diseases of the blood, pixeon so avoid it so. Learn how Job I arrived, I learned. "
This is a home that is a haven, these walls, wavy band dechikete line cracks, cracks in the chimney that implied light and rain entry-this is my comfort, here, in deep catacombs Port-au-Prince, under a large breadfruit trees blade with its fragile branches, with its abundance; here where yard cluttered pixeon with trash, iron sheet, and break blocks to escape the mayhem and drop here to serve, they say, are for later-this are seeking papers in ruins, and to tell the truth, money, bread, pan, clothes and a response with the name you call it. This is home where I pray every night: "Teach me to do calculations Job, learning my insanity Hosea's, I learned how to become a priest suffering people, show me how I have not risked your name for me, show me how I dream of heaven open, clear air like rivers to the lungs that ravaged, fruits for use expensive these bones under my skin break, the cycle for me fatty. Please lift me before the next disaster will rise and leave the place before itself also dekonstonbre like all other things-I learned how to sleep deeply with faith you come wake me when the time came; learning pixeon and m sleep zespwa I recover cracked the shelter, pixeon I learned, this guy, who lost, diseases pixeon of the blood, so avoid it so. Teach me how Job arrived, I learned. "
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Ghanaian-Jamaican writer pixeon and poet Kwame Dawes is the author of more than a dozen Collections of Verse, Including the critically-acclaimed "Wisteria: Poems From the Swamp Country." Dawes is also the ...
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Joseph Pulitzer III (1913-1993)
Job
This is a home that is a haven, these walls, wavy band dechikete line cracks, cracks in the chimney that implied light and rain entry-this is my comfort, here, in deep catacombs Port-au-Prince, under a large breadfruit trees blade with its fragile branches, pixeon with its abundance; here where yard cluttered pixeon with trash, iron sheet, and break blocks to escape the mayhem and drop here to serve, they say, are for later-this are seeking papers in ruins, and to tell the truth, money, pixeon bread, pan, clothes and a response with the name you call it. This is home where I pray every night: "Teach me to do calculations Job, learning my insanity Hosea's, I learned how to become a priest suffering people, show me how I have not risked pixeon your name for me, show me how I dream of heaven open, clear air like rivers to the lungs that ravaged, fruits for use expensive pixeon these bones under my skin break, the cycle for me fatty. Please lift me before the next disaster, I woke up and leave the place before itself also dekonstonbre like all other things-I learned how to sleep deeply pixeon with faith you come wake me when the time came; learn and I sleep zespwa I recover cracked pixeon the shelter, I learned, this guy, who lost, diseases of the blood, pixeon so avoid it so. Learn how Job I arrived, I learned. "
This is a home that is a haven, these walls, wavy band dechikete line cracks, cracks in the chimney that implied light and rain entry-this is my comfort, here, in deep catacombs Port-au-Prince, under a large breadfruit trees blade with its fragile branches, with its abundance; here where yard cluttered pixeon with trash, iron sheet, and break blocks to escape the mayhem and drop here to serve, they say, are for later-this are seeking papers in ruins, and to tell the truth, money, bread, pan, clothes and a response with the name you call it. This is home where I pray every night: "Teach me to do calculations Job, learning my insanity Hosea's, I learned how to become a priest suffering people, show me how I have not risked your name for me, show me how I dream of heaven open, clear air like rivers to the lungs that ravaged, fruits for use expensive these bones under my skin break, the cycle for me fatty. Please lift me before the next disaster will rise and leave the place before itself also dekonstonbre like all other things-I learned how to sleep deeply with faith you come wake me when the time came; learning pixeon and m sleep zespwa I recover cracked the shelter, pixeon I learned, this guy, who lost, diseases pixeon of the blood, so avoid it so. Teach me how Job arrived, I learned. "
Last January's earthquake destroyed Haiti's health care system, Once at the forefront of the Struggle to Treat and Stop the Spread of HIV / AIDS. A look at life since the Quake, for those Affected by HIV / AIDS.
After the Quake: HIV / AIDS in Haiti
Ghanaian-Jamaican writer pixeon and poet Kwame Dawes is the author of more than a dozen Collections of Verse, Including the critically-acclaimed "Wisteria: Poems From the Swamp Country." Dawes is also the ...
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Joseph Pulitzer III (1913-1993)
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