Apollo
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Born in Harlem in 1962, Elizabeth Alexander was educated at Yale, Boston University, and the University of Pennsylvania, where she took her . . . MORE »
Born in Harlem in 1962, Elizabeth Alexander was educated at Yale, Boston University, and the University of Pennsylvania, where she took her . . . MORE »
By Elizabeth Alexander
We pull off
to a road shack
in Massachusetts
to watch men walk
on the moon. We did
the same thing
for three two one
blast off, and now
we watch the same men
bounce in and out
of craters. I want
a Coke and a hamburger.
Because the men
are walking on the moon
which is now irrefutably
not green, not cheese,
not a shiny dime floating
in a cold blue,
the way I'd thought,
the road shack people don't
notice we are a black
family not from there,
the way it mostly goes.
This talking through
static, bounces in space-
boots, tethered
to cords is much
stranger, stranger
even than we are.
Elizabeth Alexander, “Apollo” from Poetry (April 1992). Reprinted with the permission of the author.