Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: The Net
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
Few contemporary poets have used the device of the symbol more effectively than Waterville poet Peter Harris has in “The Net.” Peter writes that the poem “comes from a particular event in my childhood, an early encounter with racism and my complicity in it, growing up as I did in an overwhelmingly white community.”
The Net by Peter Harris
I saw the black maid park the Cadillac in the lot of the Indian Harbor Yacht Club. When she hefted the first huge silver tray of delicacies for that evening’s soiree on her boss’ yacht, I offered to help.No, she said, in her starched gray uniform on orders from her employer. The launch man in wrinkled khakis and a black cap with gold braided on the bill, told her no, she couldn’t ride the launch. Against Club rules.But I am just bringing out the food, she said. Everyone looked at the ground. The launch man and the maid in their uniforms with strict orders, me, at twelve, with my marlin spike and stopwatch, still learning the lines, the tactics of yachting.I’d never been so close to a black person. I could see the whites of her eyes flash. She was caught. He was caught. I didn’t know that I’d been caught. I couldn’t feel the hook that pinned my tongue to my cheek.But stepping aboard the launch, I felt the net, woven so carefully by so many hands, the seamless, almost miraculously strong, transparent canopy that would keep everyone in Greenwich exquisitely and forever in place.
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 1999 by Peter Harris. Reprinted from The Atlantic Monthly, 1999, by permission of Peter Harris. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to David Turner, Special Assistant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at email@example.com or 207-228-8263.