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african american poetry

je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
effrayé pas plus, je dis
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré
pour vêtir la pensée ardente
j'ai aimé une femme
voici ne tomber aucune lumière
bonne femme
frère, je suis le feu
volonté vous miroitez sur la mer?

 



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