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Tyree Daye’s a little bump in the earth is an act of invention and remembrance. Through sprawling poems, the town of Youngsville, North Carolina, where Daye’s family has lived for the last 200 years, is reclaimed as the “Ritual House.” Here, “every cousin aunt uncle ghost” is welcome. Daye invokes real and imagined people, the ancestral dead, land, snakes, and chickens, to create a black town on a hill. Including dreams, letters, revised rental agreements, and “a little museum in the herein-&-after,” where collaged images appear beside documents from Daye’s ancestors—census records, marriage licenses, and WWII Draft Registration cards—the collection asks if the past can be a portal to the future, the present a catalyst for the past. a little bump in the earth explores what it means to love someone, someplace, even as it changes, dies right in front of your eyes. Poem by poem, Daye is honoring the people of Youngsville and “bringing back the dead.”
ISBN: 9781556596889
Format: Paperback
Begin With Me
I got up
off the ground
near some graves—I share
the last name with.
I begin,
with what I was handed,
a mama, a daddy I saw a few times,
because he hid
in the hues he knew.
My little brother full of love
like the corner store in heaven. I knew
his lying like I knew our daddy’s lying,
same song, but a higher key.
My mama taught me to
ask my dead plenty of questions—
to let the moon touch me on the mouth,
to ring my black bell.
Reviews
“These graceful and intelligent poems honor those who have come before through the vital work of remembering.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review
“Daye’s poems insist that the spiritual and the physical are not separate. He is a writer who celebrates incarnational existence. . . . a little bump in the earth is a heartbreaking and heart lifting book of elegy and beauty in which, thankfully, the dead do not stay dead.”—Todd Davis, New York Journal of Books
“A renewal of the American Ideal, the City on the Hill. . . . This is what art can do, Daye explains to us in a prose poem that gives up the musical language of his verse poems to explain directly: ‘Poetry and all art allow for this, a timelessness that creates a path that resists the linear.’ This is his work, though no one assigned it to him: “no one said child write this down.’ But he has written it down, for his own salvation and ours. ‘Come back soon,’ he invites us, ‘and remember the hill.'”—Susanna Lang, Rhino Poetry
“Daye makes the past bloom in the present, and reminds us that we are each the totality of a vast history, real and imagined.”—Benjamin Landry, VerseCurious