
Poem from Les Racines congolaises (1968)
Death and Rebirth by Jean-Baptiste Tati-Loutard
May the hide of the earth split beneath my feet, May the valve of the sky open and show me The high niche of the sun or…
May the hide of the earth split beneath my feet, May the valve of the sky open and show me The high niche of the sun or…
With a dozen blows the clock betrays the pulse of time, And the day-forged sun Now begins its retreat amid a blaze of s…