Saturday, February 18, 2017

Dark passage (letter from another time)


Dear Ones, I must tell you, last night I dreamed they

(I could not distinguish their features, only their tragic countenances)

gathered up everyone who isn’t white,
bringing them all together like cattle,

and somehow they forgot me.

I said, Don’t you see how dark I am, and how strange?

And as can happen in dreams, I made myself darker,
and I spoke a hundred customs and languages at once.

(I may have been a flower, but who can be sure?)

They (I still could not see who they were)

laughed. And smiled.

And I pounded at their gates. Was I to be condemned to their heaven?

No, I cried — not if I am awake!


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