Eenee Menee Mainee Mo!
—Rudyard Kipling, "A Counting-Out Song,"
in Land and Sea Tales for Scouts and Guides, 1923
The woman with cheerleading legs has been left for dead. She hot paces a roof, four days, three nights, her leaping fingers, helium
Established in 1942, the state poet laureate position in Louisiana is currently held by Ava Leavell Haymon. Haymon is the author of four poetry collections, including Eldest Daughter, published by Louisiana State University Press in 2013. She has received the Louisiana Literature Prize for poetry, the L. E. Phillabaum Poetry Award, and the Mississippi Institute of Arts and Letters. She is a teacher and directs a summer retreat center for writers and artists.
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name | state |
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Festival | Tennessee Williams/New Orleans Literary Festival | Louisiana |
Reading Series | RELIC: Readings in Literature and Culture | Louisiana |
Writing Program | McNeese State University | Louisiana |
Writing Program | Louisiana State University | Louisiana |
Writing Program | Tulane University | Louisiana |
Writing Program | University of Louisiana at Lafayette | Louisiana |
Writing Program | University of New Orleans | Louisiana |
Writing Program | Xavier University of Louisiana | Louisiana |
Conference | New Orleans Bookfair | Louisiana |
Conference | Words & Music: A Literary Feast in New Orleans | Louisiana |
Eenee Menee Mainee Mo!
—Rudyard Kipling, "A Counting-Out Song,"
in Land and Sea Tales for Scouts and Guides, 1923
The woman with cheerleading legs has been left for dead. She hot paces a roof, four days, three nights, her leaping fingers, helium
1.
Dear Tom Dent,
We still love you
And what it means
To be a black college
President's son
Whose point of pride
And rebellion look
Like men in the 6th
& 7th Wards. You
And I knelt before
Them until they
Groaned. And ain't
That music too
The long, gray moss that softly swings In solemn grandeur from the trees, Like mournful funeral draperies,-- A brown-winged bird that never sings. A shallow, stagnant, inland sea, Where rank swamp grasses wave, and where A deadliness lurks in the air,-- A sere leaf falling silently. The death-like