In “Wade in the Water,” the title poem of Tracy K. Smith’s new poetry collection, the poet encounters the Geechee Gullah Ring Shouters:
One of the women greeted me.
I love you, she said. She didn’t
Know me, but I believed her . . . .
The Shouters preserve, in song and dance, aspects of the religious and cultural heritage of African American slavery. Horrors are juxtaposed with love:


