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Aimé Césaire
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Aimé Césaire was born June 25, 1913, in Basse-Pointe, a small town...
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The Woman and the Flame

 
by Aimé Césaire
translated by Clayton Eshleman

A bit of light that descends the springhead of a gaze
twin shadow of the eyelash and the rainbow on a face
and round about
who goes there angelically
ambling
Woman the current weather
the current weather matters little to me
my life is always ahead of a hurricane
you are the morning that swoops down on the lamp a night stone 
   between its teeth
you are the passage of seabirds as well
you who are the wind through the salty ipomeas of consciousness
insinuating yourself from another world
Woman
you are a dragon whose lovely color is dispersed and darkens so 
   as to constitute the
inevitable tenor of things
I am used to brush fires
I am used to ashen bush rats and the bronze ibis of the flame
Woman binder of the foresail gorgeous ghost
helmet of algae of eucalyptus
                                 dawn isn't it
                                 and in the abandon of the ribbands
                                 very savory swimmer









From Solar Throat Slashed: The Unexpurgated 1948 Edition, published by Wesleyan University Press. Copyright © 2011 by Aimé Césaire. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.
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