
Winter “Candide” Chatman
Kindred spirts recognize each other
when they meet upon the road and
when they meet it is a joyous occasion
one worth celebrating
let the celebration begin.

Benn Bell and Winter Chatman

Winter “Candide” Chatman
Kindred spirts recognize each other
when they meet upon the road and
when they meet it is a joyous occasion
one worth celebrating
let the celebration begin.

Benn Bell and Winter Chatman

Winter “Candide” Chatman
My world has shifted
My sorrow lifted
I am once again tilted
Back towards Philadelphia
In the midst of Summer
I have found a glorious Winter
The Best of All Possible Worlds.

Author Winter Chatman
She be look’n at me like I ain’t nothin’
Cutt’n me down, My eyes have ears
I’m beautiful, you know? Really somethin’
Sixteen and pregnant , shoot, that ain’t nothin’
My life My block I have no fear
She be lookn’ at me like I ain’t nothin’
I ain’t cried, it ain’t no sin, nothin’
She can stare My eyes have ears
I’m beautiful, you know? Really somethin’
I got straight A’s, that’s really somethin’
I ain’t stupid , you know, I can hear
She be look’n at me like I ain’t nothin
My college degree, that’s really something
For my life From my block That’s rare
I’m beautiful, you know, Really something
My Imani child grows, beautiful, really something
One flower in a bush so rare,
They keep looking at me like I am nothing
I am beautiful, you know, really something.
Penn State Literary Magazine 2003

Home is the sailor home from the sea
Home is the hunter home from the hill
But for the sailor who fell from grace with the sea there is no home
He is destined to roam endlessly
And wherever he lays his head is where his home will be.

Good Avner Noon
Resting on my Laurel
Blowing my Knose
Speak into the Mike
Lynn me a dollar
Paying a Bill
Ringing a Bell
Sitting on the John
Don’t Fall into the George Orwell all drown
Please help me I’m Pauline
Pauline in Love with you
Asimov Cocktail
Take my Rod and cue in
Taking down my Jeans
Care for a Garett Pat?
Just Kidding Billy!
My Precious Jules and Jims
Aldous Lang sang
Where are you Fromm Eric?
Pay the Feiffer!
My radiator is Lincoln
Sharon and Cher alike
Lisa House with an option to buy
Can Nabokov Drop?
What’s a Hemingway?
Oh, three or four pounds
I didn’t have any Joyce in the matter
Casting your Perls among Hamlets
Let Byrons be Byrons
Three pair of Keats
Where’s your Fishing Poe?
Did you Sartre the laundry?
Quit your Stalin and wash your Lenin
What kind of Fish?
Marlon Brand O
Hold the Mao, Hold the lettuce,
Special order Che Cherverez.

AMAZING SPACE
Amazing Space, how sweet the ship
That saved my sanity
I once was straight but now I’m not
At last I’m totally free.
Twas space at first my mind did fear
In space it was I was stranded
How precious did that space appear
The hour that I landed.
Through many dangerous asteroids
I dodged far away from home
Tis space! I cried where I am bound
And space from where I come!
Falling fast through space I’m cast
Away headed straight for the sun
I’ll be there for 10,000 years
Unless alas it’s all undone.

Daddy’s Hands
Daddy had a grip like steel
If he ever shook your hand you would surely know it
If he ever pulled you close you would surely feel it
He threw a horseshoe like a bullet from a gun
He served in tennis like a rabbit on the run
Whether it was a handsaw, a claw hammer, or a handgun,
He had a killer grip and the grip of a killer
And he could teach the hawk a few things about the handsaw.
Daddy’s hands.

Statue of Leda and the Swan in Rittenhouse Square, Philadelphia, Pennsylvanian
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
In this poem, W. B. Yeats tell the story of Leda and the Swan from Greek Mythology. The rape of the girl Leda by the god Zeus, who has taken the form of a swan.
Leda felt a sudden blow with the wings of the swan still beating above her. Her thighs were caressed by the dark webs of the swan’s feet. The nape of her neck was caught in his bill. He held her helpless breast upon his breast. How, Yeats asks, can Leda’s terrified vague fingers push the feathered glory of the swan from between her thighs? And, how can her body help but feel the strange heart beating where it lies? A shudder in the loins engenders the broken wall, the burning roof, and tower, and Agamemnon dead. The speaker wonders whether Leda, caught up by the swan and mastered by the brute blood of the air assumed his knowledge as well as his power before the indifferent beak could let her drop.
The poem is about a moment in time which ended the mythological age and began the modern era with the fall of Troy. This poem is a sonnet which is a 14 line poem in iambic pentameter. The structure is Petrarchan. The Rhyme scheme is ABAB, CDCD, EFG, EFG.
According to Greek mythology, Zeus raped Leda who was married to King Tyndareus of Sparta. After the rape she slept with her husband. Subsequently she laid two eggs from which she hatched two set of twins: Helen and Pollux who were the children of Zeus and Castor and Clytemnestra who were the children of Tyndareus. This event, with the abduction of Helen, eventually brought about the Trojan War (the broken wall, the burning tower/ and Agamemnon dead). After the war, when King Agamemnon returned, Clytemnestra had her husband killed. According to Yeats’ interpretation, the lasting impact of the war was that it brought an end to the mythological era and gave birth to modern history.

I saved a wasp from drowning today
I ducked my head as it flew away
I was afraid it might sting me like bee
And hurt like everything
For it is the nature of the wasp to sting
But it is my nature to do the saving thing
Tomorrow you just wait and see
I’ll be saving a Pharisee.