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Fierce Departures: The Poetry of Dionne Brand, selected with an introduction by Leslie C. Sanders
Foreword |
Biographical Note
Introduction |
No Language Is Neutral
No language is neutral
There it was anyway, some damn memory half-eaten
Pilate was that river I never crossed as a child
I walk Bathurst Street until it come like home
But wait, this must come out then
In another place, not here, a woman might touch
Land to Light On
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thirsty
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Inventory III
One year she sat at the television weeping
nothing personal is recorded here
what confidences would she tell you then
she’s heard clearly now, twenty-three
beating on the tympanic bone, by suicide bomb
At least someone should stay awake, she thinks
and bones beatific, sharpened with heat, at least
“It is worst during the night
there’s another life, she listens, each hour, each night
If they’re numb over there, and all around her
she’ll gather the passions of women
till then / where are the packages of black pepper
she is a woman who is losing the idea
Afterword |
Acknowledgements