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More filters. Sort order. Start your review of Primer for Blacks. Mar 16, Jack Heller rated it liked it. A very short book of three poems. Not bad, but more focused on ideas than on characters, the usual subjects of Brooks's best poetry. Third World Press rated it it was amazing Apr 21, Yomna Saber rated it it was ok Aug 26, Sonia Allison rated it it was amazing Sep 21, Edward M.

Cifelli rated it it was amazing Dec 12, LT rated it it was amazing Jul 01, DefConPrime rated it liked it Feb 12, Michael Lloyd-Billington rated it really liked it Nov 05, Jay rated it it was amazing Jan 06, Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.

You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh, Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye. I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children. I have contracted. I have eased My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck. I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized Your luck And your lives from your unfinished reach, If I stole your births and your names, Your straight baby tears and your games, Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches, and your deaths, If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths, Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.

Though why should I whine, Whine that the crime was other than mine? Or rather, or instead, You were never made. But that too, I am afraid, Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said? You were born, you had body, you died. It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried. Believe me, I loved you all. Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you All.

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