A Poem for Nelson Mandela, by Elizabeth Alexander

Nelson-Mandela

On a rooftop of a prison
in South Africa Nelson Mandela
tends garden and has a birthday,
as my Jamaican grandfather in Harlem, New York
raises tomatoes and turns ninety-one.
I have taken touch for granted: my grandfather’s hands,
his shoulders, his pajamas which smell of vitamin pills…

(Read the rest at Graywolf.)


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