Soul Clap its Hands and Sing
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The Street of Crocodiles
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The Street of Crocodiles
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Saturday, June 4, 2011
Raw, Wild Summer
Prey to luminous mornings
in whose golden pulp
lay the core of long afternoons
raw wild summer
drenched with honey
Cento Source text:
The Street of Crocodiles
by Bruno Schulz (pages 25 & 26)
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