Thursday, January 10, 2008

Poetry for the People

I flew home. I must have eaten my food. I flew back to school. By half past one, we were sitting under a flamboyant tree in a secluded part of our schoolyard, our autobiographical essays in hand. We were about to read aloud what we had written during our morning of contemplation and reflection.

~from Annie John by Jamaica Kincaid

No comments: