About the poet
Jackie Kay (b. 1961) is an award-winning writer of fiction, poetry and plays, whose subtle...
In My Country
walking by the waters,
down where an honest river
shakes hands with the sea,
a woman passed round me
in a slow, watchful circle,
as if I were a superstition;
or the worst dregs of her imagination,
so when she finally spoke
her words spliced into bars
of an old wheel. A segment of air.
Where do you come from?
'Here,' I said, 'Here. These parts.'
From Other Lovers (Bloodaxe, 1993), copyright © Jackie Kay 1993, used by permission of the author and Bloodaxe Books Ltd.
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