|Diane di Prima|
Greetings my muddy buddies!!
Izy here to dole out another generous helping of a Toad's Favo(u)rite Poem. In our first installment, I had shared Allen Ginsberg's "America." And, toads, anger not when I confess that I am bringing another beat poem to our landing page today.
Diane di Prima is one of my favorite poets, and one whose work often goes unnoticed in the cold shadows of Kerouac, Ginsberg, and the lot of testosterone driven, politico poems that so often define our thoughts on what is beat and what is not.
So today, we leave Allen and Jack and even good ole Uncle Bill behind and shine a spotlight on Diane di Prima. An author of over 40 books, di Prima once explained her stance toward writing poems. mothering, being a buddhist, and living as, ‘Well, nobody’s done it quite this way before but fuck it, that’s what I’m doing, I’m going to risk it.’
And indeed, she does. So, without further grandstanding or fan girl, hero worshipping, I bring you the uninterrupted work of my favorite poem:
Song for Baby-O, Unborn by Diane di Prima
when you break thru
a poet here
not quite what one would choose.
I won’t promise
you’ll never go hungry
or that you won’t be sad
on this gutted
but I can show you
enough to love
to break your heart