A Poem for You: Everybody’s Autobiography by Tracy K. Smith


Everybody’s Autobiography Tracy K. Smith I find myself most alone  When I believe I am striving for glory.  These times, cool and sharp,   A monument of moon-white stone  lodges in place near my heart.  In a dream, my children   Glisten inside raindrops, or teardrops.  Like strangers, like seeds of children.   I will only be allowed to claim them  If I consent to love everyone’s children.  If I consent to love everyone’s children,  Only then will I be allowed to claim them,  My strangers, my seeds of children,  Glistening inside raindrops or teardrops  In my dream. Children  Lodged in place near my [...]