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“A rural Venus, Selah rises from the gold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweeps petals of water from her skin. At once, clouds begin to sob for such beauty. Clothing drops like leaves. "No one makes poetry,my Mme. Butterfly, my Carmen, in Whylah,” I whisper. She smiles: “We’ll shape it with our souls.” Desire illuminates the dark manuscript of our skin with beetles and butterflies. After the lightning and rain has ceased, after the lightning and rain of lovemaking has ceased, Selah will dive again into the sunflower-open river.”

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Whylah Falls

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George Elliott Clarke
George Elliott Clarke

George Elliott Clarke is a renowned Canadian poet, born on February 12, 1960. His works are known for their profound social commentary and rich cultural background, covering themes such as race, identity, and Canadian history. more

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