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“Cursing themselves in ragged dreamsfire has singed the edges of,they know a slow dying the fields have come to terms with.Shimmering fans work against the heat& smell of gunpowder, making moneyfloat from hand to hand. The next momenta rocket pushes a white fistthrough night sky, & they scatter like birds& fall into the shape their liveshave become.”

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Yusef Komunyakaa
Yusef Komunyakaa

Yusef Komunyakaa is an American poet born on April 29, 1947. His work delves into themes of race, war, and identity, earning him acclaim from readers and critics alike. more

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