Didier Leclair

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A Sunset of the CityAlready I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls,Are gone from the house.My husband and lovers are pleasant or somewhat politeAnd night is night.It is a real chill out,The genuine thing.I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summerBecause sun stays and birds continue to sing.It is summer-gone that I see, it is summer-gone.The sweet flowers indrying and dying down,The grasses forgetting their blaze and consenting to brown. (…)
GWENDOLYN BROOKSPIC: Archibald John Motley, Woman Peeling Apples, 1924.

A Sunset of the City

Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls,
Are gone from the house.
My husband and lovers are pleasant or somewhat polite
And night is night.

It is a real chill out,
The genuine thing.
I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer
Because sun stays and birds continue to sing.

It is summer-gone that I see, it is summer-gone.
The sweet flowers indrying and dying down,
The grasses forgetting their blaze and consenting to brown. (…)

GWENDOLYN BROOKS

PIC: Archibald John Motley, Woman Peeling Apples, 1924.

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