from Mesongs Poem by Kamau Brathwaite

from Mesongs

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XXIV
for Barbara at Devizes

And suddenly you was talking trees
fall black with birds behind the hill
and green as grass fly off
into the sun o blinding girl
the whole cathedral crash at your back


XXV

Not the blue the orthodoxy of the day
But a blue like intuition
The soft of the night into morning
Felt here . remembered
Under the hoofs of the cart

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 17 May 2020

And suddenly you was talking trees fall black with birds behind the hill...green grass flies under the hoof of cart wonderfully. This poem is wondefully penned with wise imagery.....10

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