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Febrero 12, 2011
from Mesongs
XXIV
for Barbara at Devizes
And suddenly you was talking trees
fall black with birds behind the hill
and green as grass fly off
into the sun o blinding girl
the whole cathedral crash at your back
XXV
Not the blue the orthodoxy of the day
But a blue like intuition
The soft of the night into morning
Felt here . remembered
Under the hoofs of the cart
by Kamau Brathwaite
Posted by sarita at Febrero 12, 2011 9:48 PM