District of Columbia

Appointed Poet Laureate of the District of Columbia on May 14, 1999, Dolores Kendrick follows Sterling A. Brown as the second poet honored with the title.

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Feb 28 2018
A reading and Q&A with award-winning poet Javier Zamora

Letras Latinas at University of Notre Dame's Institute for Latino Studies and Duende District Bookstore are pleased to present a reading and Q&A with award-winning poet Javier Zamora

Javier Zamora was born in La Herradura, El Salvador, in 1990, and he migrated to the United States in 1999. He received a BA from the University of California at Berkeley and an MFA from New York University. Zamora is the author of Unaccompanied (Copper Canyon Press, 2017). He has received fellowships from CantoMundo, Colgate University, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the Poetry Foundation, among others. A 2016­–2018 Wallace Stegner Fellow at Stanford University, he lives in San Rafael, California.

This event is free and open to the public. Link to online RSVP coming soon.

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7:30pm
1608 Rhode Island Ave. NW
Multi-purpose room, 1st floor
20036 Washington, District Of Columbia

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poems

poem
Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
Where boldly shines
poem
It was the summer of Chandra Levy, disappearing
       from Washington D.C., her lover a Congressman, evasive
              and blow-dried from Modesto, the TV wondering

in every room in America to an image of her tight jeans and piles
       of curls frozen in a studio pose. It was the summer the only
poem
Ah, not this marble, dead and cold:  
Far from its base and shaft expanding—the round zones circling, 
         comprehending, 
 
Thou, Washington, art all the world's, the continents' entire— 
         not yours alone, America, 
 
Europe's as well, in every part, castle of lord or laborer's cot,  
Or frozen