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Soledad (And I, I am no longer of that world)

Naked, he lies in the blinded room
chainsmoking, cradled by drugs, by jazz
as never by any lover’s cradling flesh.
Miles Davis cooly blows for him:
O pena negra, (oh dark pain)
sensual Flamenco blues;
the red clay foxfire voice of Lady Day
(lady of the pure magnolias)
sobsings her sorrow and loss and fare you well,
drysweeps the pain his treacherous jailers,
have released him from for a while.
His fears and his unfinished self
await him down in the anywhere streets.
He hides on the dark side of the moon,
takes refuge in a stain glassed cell,
flies to a clockless country of crystal.
Only the ghost of Lady Day knows where he is.
Only the music.
And he swings oh swings:
beyond complete immortal now.
Robert Hayden – 1970
Oh to be cradled by a lover’s gentle flesh. 
What’s up family, sorry to have been gone so long.
Hope all is well ,
About tenthltr2u (1074 Articles)
A child of the 60's I often feel out of place in the world as it exist today. Too much excess, too much materialism, too few people who genuinely care or give a damn. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. Antoine de Saint-Exupery

2 Comments on Soledad (And I, I am no longer of that world)

  1. Been wondering where you went.. and if you were well..
    where ever you went I hope you had fun.. and are no filled with
    smiles.. missed ya.


  2. I hope all is well with you too my dear.  Spaces is actin’ funky again!  Oh well…thanks for the beautiful poem (as usual)  *blessings*


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