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Death, Dancing, and Doughnut Holes
… by mill buildings. At the top of it stood the large company store known as the Big Friendly—the first floor … meat market, and the second floor containing a ladies ready-to-wear, men’s clothing, and finally, the part my … to town. Don Roberto had a deep olive complexion; he was also the only man, or woman either, I ever knew who wore …
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The Revolution Is
… the Revolution in Havana, where it is guarded by bored soldiers. Perhaps it is the glass, or the flash of tourist … change enters Cuba through here. Just after Fidel and his comrades reached dry ground they were ambushed and routed by … the girl asks. “Isn’t it really violent?” Her father points at the soccer game. “It’s not safe to go out on the …
Of Soap
… except the color of one’s skin. Like customs, children die. Who will pour water for us? Whom will we tell of …
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The Alphabet, for Naima
… Blood on a sock. N is for nature and nearly and how I’ve come To love; nearly, nearly I come to you, my falcon Hood pulled tight; my talons tucked; … would not Touch your leaf, afraid his rot would Make the petals fall . A lovely love— No, not at all. Q is for quince , …
Getting Down to Brass Tacks
… regard to the liberated territories; we know that there are committees and conferences sitting learnedly upon these … wheel of history turns. We are stunned to find British soldiers and Greek patriots shooting each other down in the … been two great lacunae at precisely the two most important points. Although nothing whatever can be done save by the …
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Poem for the Thirty-Fifth Anniversary of Valium
… Marvel or Cherry Vanilla? It takes 206 bones to make a complete human skeleton, but it has to be the right bones. … & sigh &  flutter and will not pay attention. We with our bodies are here to serve them, and so it is not their contempt …
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