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| Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note Lately, I've become accustomed to the way The ground opens up and envelopes me Each time I go out to walk the dog. Or the broad edged silly music the wind Makes when I run for the bus- Things have come to that. And now, each night I count the stars, And each night the same number. And when they will not come to be counted I count the holes they leave. Nobody sings anymore. And last night I tiptoed up To my daughter's room and heard her Talking to someone, and when I open The door, there was no one there... Only she on her knees, Peeking into her own clasped hands. ~Imamu Amiri Baraka 1961 |
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