Kwansaba: Richard Wright, Paris

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My doctor writes bismuth, arsenic, sulfa, emetine.

1960. 4,000 haiku hang from iron rods

in my Paris living room. I hurl

words into dark, wait for an echo

to cry solace in the falling snow.

What is unseen and unsaid figures bigger.

I feel the red sinking winter sun.  

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