By — Larisa Epatko Larisa Epatko Leave your feedback Share Copy URL https://www.pbs.org/newshour/arts/watch-new-u-s-poet-laureate-tracy-k-smith-read-two-poems Email Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Pinterest Tumblr Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Watch new poet laureate Tracy K. Smith read two of her poems Arts Jun 14, 2017 5:19 PM EDT Tracy K. Smith, the nation’s newest poet laureate, says writing is not just about expressing emotion but also about the choices you make when putting words on the page. The 45-year-old Princeton University professor, who was born in Falmouth, Massachusetts, was appointed as the U.S. poet laureate on Wednesday. The Library of Congress says the duties of a poet laureate are to “raise the national consciousness to a greater appreciation of the reading and writing of poetry,” but beyond that, how they do it is up to them. “I think the responsibility really is to just help raise the awareness of poetry and its value in our culture,” Smith told NPR. “To me that means talking to people — getting off the usual path of literary festivals and university reading series and talking to people who might not even yet be readers of poetry.” Smith’s fourth book of poetry, “Wade in the Water,” will be published in 2018. In an interview with PBS NewsHour’s Jeff Brown, Smith read two of her poems: “I will tell you the truth about this, I will tell you all about it” and “Wade in the Water.” Watch Smith read both poems below. I will tell you the truth about this, I will tell you all about it Excellent Sir, My son went in the 54th regiment– Sir, my husband, who is in Company K, 22nd Regiment, U.S. Colored Troops (and now in the Macon Hospital at Portsmouth with a wound in his arm) has not received any pay since last May and then only thirteen dollars– Sir, We The Members of Company D, of the 55th Massachusetts volunteers Call the attention of your Excellency to our case– for instant look and see that we never was freed yet Run Right out of Slavery In to Soldiery & we hadent nothing atall & our wifes & mother most all of them is aperishing all about & we all are perishing our self– i am willing to bee a soldier and serve my time faithful like a man but i think it is hard to bee poot off in such dogesh manner as that– Will you see that the colored men fighting now, are fairly treated. You ought to do this, and do it at once, Not let the thing run along meet it quickly and manfully. We poor oppressed ones appeal to you, and ask fair play– So please if you can do any good for us do it in the name of god– Excuse my boldness but pleas– your reply will settle the matter and will be appreciated, by, a colored man who, is willing to sacrifice his son in the cause of Freedom & Humanity– I have nothing more to say hoping that you will lend a listening ear to an umble soldier I will close– Yours for Christs sake– (I shall hav to send this with out a stamp for I haint money enough to buy a stamp) This poem was included in “Lines in Long Array: A Civil War Commemoration, Poems and Photographs, Past and Present,” released in 2013. Smith composed the text from the letters and statements of African-Americans enlisted in the Civil War and their family members. She worked to preserve the original spellings and punctuation in her poem. Wade in the Water One of the women greeted me. I love you, she said. She didn’t Know me, but I believed her, And a terrible new ache Rolled over in my chest, Like in a room where the drapes Have been swept back. I love you, I love you, as she continued Down the hall past other strangers, Each feeling pierced suddenly By pillars of heavy light. I love you, throughout The performance, in every Handclap, every stomp. I love you in the rusted iron Chains someone was made To drag until love let them be Unclasped and left empty In the center of the ring. I love you in the water Where they pretended to wade, Singing that old blood-deep song That dragged us to those banks And cast us in. I love you, The angles of it scraping at Each throat, shouldering past The swirling dust motes In those beams of light That whatever we now knew We could let ourselves feel, knew To climb. O Woods—O Dogs—O Tree—O Gun— O Girl, run—O Miraculous Many Gone— O Lord—O Lord—O Lord—Is this love the trouble you promised? Videos by Andrew Bossone and Matthew Ehrichs of the PBS NewsHour. We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now By — Larisa Epatko Larisa Epatko Larisa Epatko produced multimedia web features and broadcast reports with a focus on foreign affairs for the PBS NewsHour. She has reported in places such as Jordan, Pakistan, Iraq, Haiti, Sudan, Western Sahara, Guantanamo Bay, China, Vietnam, South Korea, Turkey, Germany and Ireland. @NewsHourWorld
Tracy K. Smith, the nation’s newest poet laureate, says writing is not just about expressing emotion but also about the choices you make when putting words on the page. The 45-year-old Princeton University professor, who was born in Falmouth, Massachusetts, was appointed as the U.S. poet laureate on Wednesday. The Library of Congress says the duties of a poet laureate are to “raise the national consciousness to a greater appreciation of the reading and writing of poetry,” but beyond that, how they do it is up to them. “I think the responsibility really is to just help raise the awareness of poetry and its value in our culture,” Smith told NPR. “To me that means talking to people — getting off the usual path of literary festivals and university reading series and talking to people who might not even yet be readers of poetry.” Smith’s fourth book of poetry, “Wade in the Water,” will be published in 2018. In an interview with PBS NewsHour’s Jeff Brown, Smith read two of her poems: “I will tell you the truth about this, I will tell you all about it” and “Wade in the Water.” Watch Smith read both poems below. I will tell you the truth about this, I will tell you all about it Excellent Sir, My son went in the 54th regiment– Sir, my husband, who is in Company K, 22nd Regiment, U.S. Colored Troops (and now in the Macon Hospital at Portsmouth with a wound in his arm) has not received any pay since last May and then only thirteen dollars– Sir, We The Members of Company D, of the 55th Massachusetts volunteers Call the attention of your Excellency to our case– for instant look and see that we never was freed yet Run Right out of Slavery In to Soldiery & we hadent nothing atall & our wifes & mother most all of them is aperishing all about & we all are perishing our self– i am willing to bee a soldier and serve my time faithful like a man but i think it is hard to bee poot off in such dogesh manner as that– Will you see that the colored men fighting now, are fairly treated. You ought to do this, and do it at once, Not let the thing run along meet it quickly and manfully. We poor oppressed ones appeal to you, and ask fair play– So please if you can do any good for us do it in the name of god– Excuse my boldness but pleas– your reply will settle the matter and will be appreciated, by, a colored man who, is willing to sacrifice his son in the cause of Freedom & Humanity– I have nothing more to say hoping that you will lend a listening ear to an umble soldier I will close– Yours for Christs sake– (I shall hav to send this with out a stamp for I haint money enough to buy a stamp) This poem was included in “Lines in Long Array: A Civil War Commemoration, Poems and Photographs, Past and Present,” released in 2013. Smith composed the text from the letters and statements of African-Americans enlisted in the Civil War and their family members. She worked to preserve the original spellings and punctuation in her poem. Wade in the Water One of the women greeted me. I love you, she said. She didn’t Know me, but I believed her, And a terrible new ache Rolled over in my chest, Like in a room where the drapes Have been swept back. I love you, I love you, as she continued Down the hall past other strangers, Each feeling pierced suddenly By pillars of heavy light. I love you, throughout The performance, in every Handclap, every stomp. I love you in the rusted iron Chains someone was made To drag until love let them be Unclasped and left empty In the center of the ring. I love you in the water Where they pretended to wade, Singing that old blood-deep song That dragged us to those banks And cast us in. I love you, The angles of it scraping at Each throat, shouldering past The swirling dust motes In those beams of light That whatever we now knew We could let ourselves feel, knew To climb. O Woods—O Dogs—O Tree—O Gun— O Girl, run—O Miraculous Many Gone— O Lord—O Lord—O Lord—Is this love the trouble you promised? Videos by Andrew Bossone and Matthew Ehrichs of the PBS NewsHour. We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now