Brush Fire by Tchicaya U Tam’si

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The fire the river that’s to say

the sea to drink following the sand

the feet the hands

within the heart to love

this river that lives in me repeoples me

only to you I said around the fire


my race

it flows here and there a river

the flames are the looks

of those who brood upon it

I said to you

my race

remembers

the taste of bronze drunk hot.




A poem from Feu de brousse (1957)

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