Patt Morrison for June 7, 2012

Natasha Trethewey named US Poet Laureate

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Pulitzer Prize winning author Natasha Trethewey in Cleveland, Miss., Wednesday, Oct. 10, 2007. Trethewey, a creative writing professor at Emory University in Atlanta, received the 2007 Pulitzer Prize for poetry.

Natasha Trethewey has been named the 19th U.S. poet laureate. The 46-year-old professor at Emory University in Atlanta is the nation's first poet laureate to hail from the South since the first U.S. Poet Laureate, Robert Penn Warren. Trethewey is also Mississippi state's poet laureate, and will be the first person to serve concurrently as a state and U.S. laureate. Trethewey won a Pulitzer Prize in 2007 for her work “Native Guard.” She is also the first African-American to serve as Poet Laureate since 1993. Trethewey's next collection of poems, Thrall, will be published this year.

Pilgrimage by Natasha Trethewey



Vicksburg, Mississippi

Here, the Mississippi carved
its mud-dark path, a graveyard
for skeletons of sunken riverboats.
Here, the river changed its course,
turning away from the city
as one turns, forgetting, from the past—
the abandoned bluffs, land sloping up
above the river's bend—where now
the Yazoo fills the Mississippi's empty bed.
Here, the dead stand up in stone, white
marble, on Confederate Avenue. I stand
on ground once hollowed by a web of caves;
they must have seemed like catacombs,
in 1863, to the woman sitting in her parlor,
candlelit, underground. I can see her
listening to shells explode, writing herself
into history, asking what is to become
of all the living things in this place?
This whole city is a grave. Every spring—
Pilgrimage—the living come to mingle
with the dead, brush against their cold shoulders
in the long hallways, listen all night
to their silence and indifference, relive
their dying on the green battlefield.
At the museum, we marvel at their clothes—
preserved under glass—so much smaller
than our own, as if those who wore them
were only children. We sleep in their beds,
the old mansions hunkered on the bluffs, draped
in flowers—funereal—a blur
of petals against the river's gray.
The brochure in my room calls this
living history. The brass plate on the door reads
Prissy's Room. A window frames
the river's crawl toward the Gulf. In my dream,
the ghost of history lies down beside me,
rolls over, pins me beneath a heavy arm.

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Natasha Trethewey, an American poet who won the 2007 Pulitzer Prize in Poetry for her 2006 collection, "Native Guard;" she is a professor at Emory University and the 19th U.S. poet laureate


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