Under a Soprano Sky Comments

i saw the sun ripening green stones for fields. O have my eyes run down? i cannot taste my birth. i cannot smell the nerves. what a fine writing. tony

5) We are now in 2020, when that occurred was many years ago. I am just all in silence. Such a great poetess and African American recognized poetess who had won so many excellent prizes. As a woman and a female poetess, I am proud and happy that women before me have gained these all. In her time that was true special. Due to Poem Hunter I can know all these. Thank you so much dear Poem Hunter and Team! Greatest support!

4) many honour- prizes: she was a recipient of 1993 Pew Fellowships in the Arts. In 2001, she was then at age 59, WOW! Sanchez was the recipient of the Robert Frost Medal for her poetry (one of the highest honours awarded to a nationally recognized poet) and has been influential to other African-American female poets, including Krista Franklin. This is greatest result Sonia Sanches ever could imagine.

3) Before I continue my review about the great poetess Sonia Sanchez (this combination of names sounds like a singer, a famous opera singer, beautiful alliteration) Her metaphors are exceptional, as I said, but I like them all, whatever their task may be, excellent metaphors, she ends with: under a soprano sky, a woman sings, lovely as chandeliers. A very romantic ending, sheer poetic and so lyrical.You are a true great poetess with so

2) CONGRATULATIONS being chosen by Poem Hunter as the Modern Poem Of The Day. Hooray! For the great poetess as well as her children who love her sensitive poems. God Bless You the family of Sonya Sanchez, best wishes from The Netherlands, Sylvia Frances Chan. At the moment the poems were submitted as the latest date was in 2016, tge great poetess is then 82 years old, now, I am sure she is still alive, she is 86.

1) Colorful poem, countless unique metaphors throughout the whole poem. True amazing! The poem reflects an extremely sensitive string and the golden pen of the great poetess leads us as readers to the conclusion of the case, we read in the last two lines, as a good poet you have to discover what the great poetess means, one of the best modern poems I've read so far. Please read 2) Thank you.

My bones wrapped in white dust! I cannot taste my birth! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

under a soprano sky, a woman sings, lovely as chandeliers. Adolescence. the spine and the flush of emotions.. very nice poem. tony

ongues that loosened the scalp and my bones wrapped in white dust returned to echo in my thighs.../// great poetic expression

i hear a pulse wandering somewhere on vague embankments. O are my hands breathing? I cannot smell the nerves. again and again your poems attract me. tony

Such a great write by Sonia Sanchez👍👍👍

Beautiful but fractured. A difficult poem to engage with but I agree such artistry in many lines not a favourite poem.

I find myself in mass agreement with Robert's comment below. Yet, oh, how I loved the artistry in lines like the poem's last two lines: under a soprano sky, a woman sings, lovely as chandeliers.