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82 On Hearing Gwendolyn Brooks [Columbus Day, 1990] Her voice contains a zoo of purrs and growls, Of croons and grunts and hisses, yawps and howls. Or maybe, it’s the sound of human being A truth volcano, patient, hearing, seeing; Above all, elemental, like a speaking Lava, abrasive, fluent, hotly creaking, That rolls relentless toward a blue-eyed ocean. The darkened soil, swept up in locomotion, Enlarges narrow, pallid shores—its call, A black and boiling, comprehending drawl. Thus she, by just a whisper, or perhaps A gasp, can smolder landscapes, widen maps. ...

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