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We will begin again with Youssef Biaz, representing Alabama.
Those Winter Sundays By Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
Hi. Hello.
Congratulations. Thank you very much.
Do you want to talk into this mic? Is that easier maybe? Yeah, probably, OK.
So, you moved to Alabama from Morocco, is that right?
Yes, ma'am, I did. Don't call me ma'am.
Alright. How old were you and what was that like for
you? I was 7 years old and so it was a little easier
I was a lot younger so i think when you're younger it's easier to move around and um
but i do remember leaving friends was a little difficult for me back then and coming to an
entirely different place a new place for me. And you're a dancer as well?
I am a dancer. Yes I am. You're a triple threat. You sing and dance
and all that stuff? I only sing when I have to, in a musical.
In showers? That too I guess.
Um and so do you remember the moment that you fell in love with poetry?
Not an exact moment but certainly a time in my life.
I'm assuming you're in love with poetry, by the way.
Oh of course. Um at the beginning of last year when I came into my English teacher's
class, Mr. Thompson who is actually here today. Yay Mr Thompson!
And he loves poetry and he wants his students to love poetry and he actually brought this
program to our school. Which was a wonderful thing for me and introduced me to a lot of
poetry. So that was really great for me and that's I guess when I fell in love with poetry.
Thank you, congratulations. Thank you very much.