Come to terms with me, I will not come to terms with you. It is because we hate you, you and your Reason, that we uphold juvenile dementia, blazing madness and unflinching cannibalism…. NORMAN MANLEY, Chief Minister of Jamaica (Anancy is an African folk hero, known to be a trickster there is an alternative spelling, Anansi.) Why do we expect so little of ourselves? We are worth more, we are owed more…we are capable of more…why should be no more than Anancy? There was nothing in the paper about this. I bought a paper in a language I cannot read. Still I felt you were ahead and I was right behind you,Īnd that you would stop on your shadow and turn your head,Īnd there in Sicily turn into salt, into fiction. The bells meant nothing or the swallows they lifted Oh, I did, halfheartedly, but by now it was no use. I never entered the shaded church with its pewsįacing the tortured altar, but I hoped to find you: You were not among the small crowd in the sun, Like water that blissfully stained the scorching street, On the cathedral steps sprinkled by the bells’ benediction
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