In any case, somehow, I read the poemand am very happy to have done so. For additional sources and information, please contact the Rye Historical Society. (unpublished 2021) Soft Words Will Break Your Bones is a collection of. Thank you to Peter Feinman, Pamela McGuire, Teresa Vega, and Historic Hudson Valley for their research. ![]() One was taken to New York City, and the eight others were brought 15 miles west by Adolph Philipse, Frederick’s son, to build the Upper Mills of Philipsburg Manor. Cheek bones shine bright in the harsh light, the hollow beneath them so shallow. Bones meant to be layered by flesh, yet I strain and angle and pose. Research indicates they landed along this stretch of coast, probably a bit to the north. My reflection casts back and I angle my head, my focus awry from glittering eyes, this is what I dread. Of these 23 enslaved passengers, nine survived a second journey on the Charles heading north to New York Only 105 arrived in Barbados, 23 of whom were ill. In 1685, Frederick Philipse I transported 146 enslaved people from the Kingdom of Kongo in West Africa to Barbados aboard his ship the Charles. Westchester County residents also participated in the Atlantic slave trade. The Poetry Brothel will turn the Happy Bones cafe into an immersive red-light district window parlor complete with a choice of five poetry whores in the. The Halsted family, the owners of the land that became Rye Town Park, enslaved seven people according to the 1790 census. When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed. To love you in the old high way of love That it had all seemed happy, and yet we’d grown. I had a thought for no one’s but your ears: That you were beautiful, and that I strove. About the stars and broke in days and years. Until the early 1800s, certain families in Rye and along the Sound Shore were enslavers. He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands. Washed by time’s waters as they rose and fell. Lucille Clifton’s poem recalls the history of slavery throughout New York. Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Soundįocus on Local History with the Rye Historical Society.There is a bamboo grove around my house. ![]() Sounds of the Resurrected Dead Man’s Footsteps #17.Thank you so much, Teamo, Kiss me, You and me, Ho ho ho, Be my Valentine, Happy day, Happy Valentines Day. An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire for the most part happy, tossing late into the night, the circle, so imperfect1y whole. Bones is a short rhyming poem by Ms Moem.Photo of a Man on Sunset Drive: 1914, 2008.
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