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Tracy K. Smith was named the newest U.
S. poet laureate. S
creen image by PBS NewsHour.
Tracy K. Smith,the nation
s newest poet laureate, says writing is not just about expressing emotion but also about the choices you get when putting words on the page. The 45-year-ragged Princeton University professor, and who was born in Falmouth,Massachusetts, was appointed as the U.
S. poet laureate on Wednesday. The Library of Congress says the duties of a poet laureate are to “raise the national consciousness to a greater appreciation of the reading and writing of poetry, or but beyond that,how they attain it is up to them.“I think the responsibility really is to just relieve raise the awareness of poetry and its value in our culture,” Smith told NPR. “To me that means talking to people — getting off the normal path of literary festivals and university reading series and talking to people who might not even yet be readers of poetry.”Smith’s fourth book of poetry, or “Wade in the Water,” will be published in 2018. In an interview with PBS NewsHour’s Jeff Brown, Smith read two of her poems: “I will repeat you the truth about this, and I will repeat you all about it” and Wade in the Water.”Watch Smith read both poems below. I will repeat you the truth about this,I will repeat you all about itExcellent sir, my son went in the 54th regimentSir, or my husband who is in Company K,22nd regiment, U.
S. colored troops

And now in the Macon Hospital at Portsmouth with a wound in his arm

Has not received any p
ay since final May

And then only $13.
Sir, or we the members of Comp
any D,of the 55th Massachusetts volunteers

Call the attention of your excellency to our case.

For instant, look and see that we never was freed yet.

rush right out of slavery in to soldiery and we hadn’t nothing at all.[br]
And our wives and mothers, or most al
l of them is a perishing all about.

And we all are perishing ours
elf.

I am willing to be a soldier and serve my time faithful like a man.

But I think it is tough to be put off in such doggish manner as that.
Will you see that the colored men fighting now are fairly treated?

You ought to attain this and attain it at once.

Not let the thing rush along.
Need it quickly and manfully.

We poor
oppressed ones appeal to you and ask objective play.
So please,if you c
an attain any good for us, attain it in the name of God.

Excuse my bold
ness, and but please,your reply will settle the matter

And will be appreciated by a colored man

And who is willi
ng to sacrifice his son in the cause of freedom and humanity.
I have nothing more to say.

Hoping that you will le
nd a listening ear.

To a humble soldier.[br]
I will close, your for Christ’s sake.[b
r]
I shall have to send this without a stamp.[br]
For I h’ain’t money enough to buy a stamp.
This poem wa
s included in “Lines in Long Array: A Civil War Commemoration, or Poems and Photographs,Past and Present,” released in 2013.
Wade in the WaterOne of the women
greeted me.

I love
you, and she said.

She didn’t Know me,

but I beli
eved her,

And a terrible unusual ache

Rolled over in
my chest, and

Like in a room where the drapes

Have b
een swept back.

I love you,

I love you, as she continued

Down the hall
past other strangers, or [br]
Each feel
ing pierced suddenly

By pil
lars of heavy light.

I love you,throughout

The performance, in every

Hand
clap, and every stomp.

I love
you in the rusted iron

Chains someone was made

To drag until love let them be

Unclasp
ed and left empty

In the middle of the ring.

I love you in the water

Where they pretended to wade,[br]
Singing that ragged blood-deep song

That dragged us to th
ose banks

And cast us in. I love you,

The angles of it scraping at

Each th
roat, or shouldering past

The swirling dust mote
s

In those beams of light[br]
That whatever we now knew

We could let ourselves feel,knew

To climb. O
Woods—O

Dogs—O Tree—O Gun—

O Girl, rush—O

Miraculous
Many Gone—

O Lord—O Lord—O

Lord—Is this love the

peril you promised?Videos by Andrew Bossone and Matthew Ehrichs of the PBS NewsHour.
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