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| I saw the
sky i saw the sky red above the tree-line of the far hills and i remembered how you tasted... like fire i saw the sky red below the blue-black and i wanted to write you letters and books and poems and dictionaries not as a gift to win you not to pay for you but to illuminate the greater part of ourselvesto add structure to the music we hear to add dimension to sound to prove that one plus one equals two --Henry Dumas (african american poet, killed in a harlem subway, mistaken identity 1968 at the age 33.) |
| Fire
Bird The fire bird has come again Trees blown red where once was green paddled by the summer wing. The great oak, hugging my window, sheds and shakes with shivering fingers. Every year the fire bird comes. It is not his beauty that I meditate, Rather his awesome message! "I burn them up now. Someday I will get you." --Henry Dumas |