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with a limp gesture the hill sprinkled dust over the borders of bitter mangrove swamps Instantly the quicksanding: i could hear it clacking its beak and settling more silently into the scandal of its mandibles A complicity installed its slime in the renewed bite of leeches and of roots It is too easy to speak ill of dragons: from time to time one emerges from the muck, shaking its wings sprinkling its surroundings and hardly has it scattered boats and hookers than it retreats to open sea in a dream of monsoons I If unbeknowest to myself i walk choking on childhoods let it be clear to all that calculating the epacts i've always rejected the pact of this lagoonal calender W,?IK-"REDO LAM.,. poetry/sbort stories to report: nothing less than , you sayer what is there to say what is there to say not already supplied by the hippotrague's head you sayer what is there to say what is there to say life to transmit strength to distribute and this stream of caterpillars oh captor what is there to say what s there to say that the snare works that the word cuts through hey highwayman hey trickster opener of roads let the grotesque sylph of this selva stake out settlements in the upper network of Death the kingdom under siege the sky precarious relief imminent and legitimate nothing except that the cycle of geneses has just without warning exploded as well as the life that gives itself without filiation the barbarous password nothing except the shivering spawn of forms liberating themselves from facile bindings and escaping from too premature combining imploring hands hands in orison the face of the horrible cannot be better indicated than by these shocking hands diviner of violet entrails and destiny reciter of macumbas my brother what are you looking for throughout these forests of horns of hooves of wings of horses all punctuate things all bipunctuate things avatars however of a god keen on destruction monsters taking flight in the combats of justice i recognized the rare laughter of your magical weapons the vertigo of your blood and the law of your name The word is the father of the saints the word is the mother of the saints with the word couresse one can cross a river swarming with caimans sometimes i trace a word in the dirt with a fresh word one can cross the desert in a single day there are swim-stick words for pushing away sharks there are iguana words there are subtle words those are stick-insect words there are shadow words that awake sparking with anger there are shango words sometimes i sneak a swim on the back of a dolphin word Aimt Ctsaire, a co-founder of Negritude,has since the 1940's been one of the major poetic voices of the 20th century, whose work has left a great imprint as well as a lastinginfluenceon the work of manywriters He lives Aim6 Ctsaire'spoems are reprinted from his book Lyric andDramaticpoetuy , translated by Clayton Eshelman and Annette Smith (Charlottesville: Virginia, 1990)with the kind permission of University of Virginia Press ...

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