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SlaveQuarters PAR T F 0 U R In the great place the great house is gone from in the sun Room, near the kitchen ofair I look across at low walls Ofslave quarters, and feel my imagining loins Rise with the madness ofOwners To take offthe Master's white clothes And slide all the way into moonlight Two hundred years old with this moon. Let me go, Ablaze with myoId mescent , in moonlight made by the mind From the dusk sun, in the yard where my dogs would smell For once what I totally am, Flaming up in their brains as the Master They but dimly had sensed through my clothes: Let me stand as though moving At midnight, now at the instant ofsundown When the wind turns From sea wind to land, and the marsh grass Hovers, changing direction: there was this house That fell before I got out. I can pull It over me where I stand, up from the earth, Back out ofthe shells Ofthe sea: become with the change ofthis air A coastal islander, proud ofhis grounds, Slave Quarters / 235 ...

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