Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | May 7, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Who Are My People?

by Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni (1888 – 1970).

Who Are My People?

My people? Who are they?
I went into the church where the congregation
Worshiped my God. Were they my people?
I felt no kinship to them as they knelt there.
My people! Where are they?                                                                    5
I went into the land where I was born,
Where men spoke my language…
I was a stranger there.
“My people,” my soul cried. “Who are my people?”

Last night in the rain I met an old man                                                    10
Who spoke a language I do not speak,
Which marked him as one who does not know my God.
With apologetic smile he offered me
The shelter of his patched umbrella.
I met his eyes… And then I knew…                                                         15

Notes:
http://www.encyclopediaofarkansas.net/encyclopedia/entry-detail.aspx?entryID=1705
http://books.google.com/books?id=puxcAQOneC8C&printsec=frontcover&dq=subject:%22poetry%22&lr=lang_en&as_drrb_is=b&as_minm_is=0&as_miny_is=1930&as_maxm_is=0&as_maxy_is=1939&as_brr=0&as_pt=ALLTYPES#PRA1-PA86,M1


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