Four Poems for Retamar
2016; Duke University Press; Volume: 20; Issue: 3 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1215/07990537-3726734
ISSN0799-0537
Autores Tópico(s)African history and culture analysis
Resumo. the sea is ours. the sea is.its tides toss sweep towards and claimthese dark millennial hours . edges of uttarly xtent within their namethe depths too deep for night and our regretits greem salt kingdom sweeps us out away steep down beyond our powerbeyond the camber of the keel where it's too oldfor knowledge . the bone inside my thinning fingers running coldeye in its likkle shell of life beginning its first feeling sound . then sight . intentfar before whirls & breakers. long before love . long before sorrow . long before loss and light and lwa . So beautiful this Sunday afternoon of Quietness and peacewoodoves from time to time . no other sign or sound . not even cattle egretsthe wind away . my soul by waters of the psalm w/out regretsthe whole green time of pasture calmSuch blessing gift a privilege. even tho the Omens tell you that you dyinYes . But we all dyin . goin to die . we hear the cynics say …But in this moment of the interlude is praise and thankfulness and prayer —to know yr fate . what pain and sorrow it will bringyet celebrate it — acceptance is the word —within the peace and loveliness these woodoves from the distant village singhow fire the first in the universe even before water or windburns slowly down from its rage to its wick or whatever support it hasuntil it can't speak anymoro and fades slowly outleaving its memory like the first rising starthe long distance face of its old heat. a white ghost in its shar i now know what it mean — even in the drought and harmattan —the dream of green and silver —and the wish to make it so. no matter the cadaver —to hear the red cock crow and at once get up and gow/you no matter what the politics or weatherHow you will push the body to its bornno matter what the pain or harm —A mother's love don't need no serenading —They cut you up. you let them bleedyou down. or sacrifice yr life in trying to get help or hospiceor stand before the very door of Helland call the blind and blistered out no matter where the dawn or Devil
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