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Letter to Martha 17
In prison
the clouds assume importance
and the birds
With a small space of sky
cut off by walls
of bleak hostility
and pressed upon by hostile authority
the mind turns upwards
when it can —
— there can be no hope
of seeing the stars;
the arcs and fluorescent
have blotted them out —
the complex aeronautics
of the birds
and their exuberant acrobatics
become matters for intrigued speculation
and wonderment
cliches about the freedom of the birds
and their absolute freedom from care
become meaningful
and the graceful unimpeded motion of the clouds
— a kind of music, poetry, dance —
sends delicate rhythms tremoring through the flesh
and fantasies course easily through the mind:
— where are they going
where will they dissolve
will they be seen by those at home
and whom will they delight?
— Dennis Brutus
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