Category: dying names
One of my favorite poems, for reasons that will soon be obvious, is called “Mourning the Dying American Female Names,” by Hunt Hawkins. You can read the whole poem here, but I’ll give you a few choice lines:
They were wide women, cotton-clothed, early rising.
You had to move your mouth to say their names,
and they meant strength, speak, battle, and victory.
But then there are the new names headed toward obscurity, my own among them.