I’m thoroughly enjoying this book of poetry by Yusef Komunyakaa (I’m almost done having to refer to the spine of the book to type his last name accurately). I picked it up on a whim for $4 or so from a used bookstore up on Grape Road back toward the end of May and have finally gotten around to reading it.
See Moments In Erasure for a poem taken from the book. Here’s another excerpt as well:
From ‘The Four Evangelists’
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If you can’t trust dreams, the journey
Ends at birth. Gods invent themselves
So men & women see a few feet
Into the unknown. Sympathetic
Magic. Our desire
To prolong an orgasm, to be
Taken back to when we could
Almost talk with animals.