Natasha Trethewey | Imperatives for Carrying On in the Aftermath

Published: Nov. 8, 2021, 6 p.m.

In this week's episode of the Get Lit Minute, your weekly poetry podcast, we spotlight the life and work of American poet and spoken-word artist, Natasha Trethewey. A former US poet laureate, Trethewey is the author of five collections of poetry: Monument (2018), Thrall (2012), Native Guard (2006), Bellocq\u2019s Ophelia (2002), and Domestic Work (2000). She is also the author of a book of creative non-fiction: Beyond Katrina: A Meditation on the Mississippi Gulf Coast (2010). Source

This episode includes a reading of her poem, \u201cImperatives for Carrying On in the Aftermath\u201d, featured in our 2021 Get Lit Anthology.

\u201cImperatives for Carrying On in the Aftermath\u201d

Do not hang your head or clench your fists

when even your friend, after hearing the story,

says: My mother would never put up with that.

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Fight the urge to rattle off statistics: that,

more often, a woman who chooses to leave

is then murdered. The hundredth time

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your father says, But she hated violence,

why would she marry a guy like that?\u2014

don\u2019t waste your breath explaining, again,

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how abusers wait, are patient, that they

don\u2019t beat you on the first date, sometimes

not even the first few years of a marriage.

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Keep an impassive face whenever you hear

Stand by Your Man, and let go your rage

when you recall those words were advice

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given your mother. Try to forget the first

trial, before she was dead, when the charge

was only attempted murder; don\u2019t belabor

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the thinking or the sentence that allowed

her ex-husband\u2019s release a year later, or

the juror who said, It\u2019s a domestic issue\u2014

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they should work it out themselves. Just

breathe when, after you read your poems

about grief, a woman asks: Do you think

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your mother was weak for men? Learn

to ignore subtext. Imagine a thought-

cloud above your head, dark and heavy

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with the words you cannot say; let silence

rain down. Remember you were told

by your famous professor, that you should

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write about something else, unburden

yourself of the death of your mother and

just pour your heart out in the poems.

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Ask yourself what\u2019s in your heart, that

reliquary\u2014blood locket and seed-bed\u2014and

contend with what it means, the folk-saying

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you learned from a Korean poet in Seoul:

that one does not bury the mother\u2019s body

in the ground but in the chest, or\u2014like you\u2014

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you carry her corpse on your back.

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