Thoughts of a Chicana Feminist

Friday, December 01, 2006

Huanani-Kay Trask, poet

My friend Dylan introduced me to Trask when I was an undergraduate at Davis. He was kind enough to give me Light in the Crevice Never Seen, a book of Trask's poetry. Some of her words...


Your grandmother said
about your grandfather
"I gave him three sons."

Yesterday, a man told me
to give him trust.

Is trust like a son?
Or less, not being generative
phallic, or immortal.

Did she tell me about
her giving
in pride or warning?

But I have no sons
to give, no line of

I am slyly
reproductive: ideas
books, history
politics, reproducing

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