Sunday, April 28, 2013

When Richard Blanco was a little Cuban boy ....

I love this poem by Richard Blanco, the man who read at this year's inauguration ceremony.

Richard Blanco reciting at Inauguration: Jan. 21, 2013

When I Was a Little Cuban Boy

by Richard Blanco

O Jose can you see... that's how I sang it, when I was
a cubanito in Miami, and America was some country
in the glossy pages of my history book, someplace
way north, everyone white, cold, perfect. This Land
is my Land, so why didn't I live there, in a brick house
with a fireplace, a chimney with curlicues of smoke.
I wanted to wear breeches and stockings to my chins,
those black pilgrim shoes with shiny gold buckles.
I wanted to eat yams with the Indians, shake hands
with los negros, and dash through snow I'd never seen
in a one-horse hope-n-say? I wanted to speak in British,
say really smart stuff like fours core and seven years ago
or one country under God, in the visible. I wanted to see
that land with no palm trees, only the strange sounds
of flowers like petunias, peonies, impatience, waiting
to walk through a door someday, somewhere in God
Bless America and say, Lucy, I'm home, honey, I'm home. 

Blanco with Obama

1 comment:


    Geo..I love his smile at the end...'n the thanks to his parents...that he could write poetry...the shoes...

    "I've seen you."
    "Must you keep that cat?"

    the Blanco with Obama photo..unthinkable how far openly gay guy reading his poem at an auguration and an African American president! life is not set in concrete...

    and I love his smile at the end ;-)