"

My negritude is not a stone
nor a deafness flung against the clamor of the day
my negritude is not a white speck of dead water
on the dead eye of the earth
my negritude is neither tower nor cathedral

it plunges into the red flesh of the soil
it plunges into the blaxing flesh of the sky
my negritude riddles with holes
the dense affliction of its worthy patience.

"
by Aimé Césaire
Posted: October 25, 2011 • 4:37 PM
With: 48 notes
Filed Under: #Aime Cesaire #Negritude #literature
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