Title: Cradle song : a poem /
Authors: Brown, Stacey Lynn; Hoagland, Tony
Publisher: C & R Press,
Year: 2009
Subjects: American poetry
Contents: Index of first lines. When I was four, we drove to Nashville -- Down South, all it takes -- If you would or could not do -- This one time, back when I was drinkin' -- Forgive me, Pumpkin, Gaither's true -- You and Amy were maybe three and five that year -- Kristan clogged to Rocky Top -- Sherman's march slithered through the South -- Dear Moose -- Keeping us is what they called it -- George boasts the largest outcrop -- The first time I ever spit -- When insulting or slandering a person -- Most nights that she'd keep us -- Forgive her, Pumpkin, Gaither's true -- 3 a.m. feedings were bottled affairs -- The summer of my second birthday -- At least once a month, we'd load up in Big Bertha -- When I was three, we were eating dinner -- Lack of soul does not preclude white men -- Growing up, I knew more about football -- My father's nanny, James Anna Swain -- I was probably 11 or 12 -- Supper was rutabagas -- At nine, I found myself mighty -- One Christmas, I got an air rifle -- My grandfather who, in his day, had been a tyrant -- When New Orleans musicians -- Whenever Gaither got fired, Juanita -- This one time, I was stayin' up at them high rised apartments -- When the jury reached a verdict -- At the Flannery O'Connor -- When it came time, I would the leave the South -- In Springfield, Oregon, I hung the state -- When I missed the South the most, I'd take -- Perspective takes distance, I would learn -- Well, it was already an honor just to be named -- Sepia sister of a different kind, unseen you -- Dementia meant a slow unraveling, faces -- Me in play clothes, her masquerading.