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Monday, February 2, 2015. Beams by Audre Lorde. This blog is retired! However, this poem is unpublished online and deserves to be, so here it is. In the afternoon sun. That smelled of contradiction. Quick birds announcing springs intention. And autumn about to begin. I started to tell you. What Eudora never told me. How quickly it goes. The other fork out of minds eye. Becoming a stone wall. Outlined on the shapes of winter. The sunset colors of Southampton Beach. Red-snapper runs at Salina Cruz.CONTENT
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I left my heart in Paris. The poet is someone who perceives that language, his language, the language he inheritsis in danger of becoming a dead language again, and he therefore has the responsibility, a very grave responsibility, of waking it up, of resuscitating itEach poem is a resurrection, but one that engages us to a vulnerable body, one that may be forgotten again.