
Poetry
Harlem Sunday
Harlem Cultural Festival, 1969 As though Eve herself,in all her intricate glory,electrified once again the rib, as though her twin lungs, rumblingwith divine breath,let loose,
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Harlem Cultural Festival, 1969 As though Eve herself,in all her intricate glory,electrified once again the rib, as though her twin lungs, rumblingwith divine breath,let loose,
Then I made love to the prophetess, and she conceived and gave birth to a son. — Isaiah 8:3 His warm, coal-scarred lips grazemy breasts
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