Etheridge Knight

(1931 - 1991 / Mississippi)

Cell Song - Poem by Etheridge Knight

Night Music Slanted
Light strike the cave of sleep. I alone
tread the red circle
and twist the space with speech

Come now, etheridge, don't
be a savior; take your words and scrape
the sky, shake rain

on the desert, sprinkle
salt on the tail
of a girl,

can there anything
good come out of
prison


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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (7/18/2016 7:33:00 AM)

    Nice poem, I liked it thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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