Prophecy
There,
where adventure keeps a clean eye
there where women shimmer with language
there where death is beautiful in the hand like a milk season bird
there where on bended knee the underground gathers a wealth of sloes more violent than caterpillars
there where for nimble wonder anything goes
there where vigorous night bleeds the speed of true vegetables
there where bees [...]SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "R.I.P. Aimé Césaire", url: "http://www.blacklooks.org/2008/04/rip_aim_csaire.html" });
