Wednesday, January 16, 2008

A Poem

The Art of Benny Carter
Al Young

There are afternoons in jazz
when a leaf turns and falls
with so much barely noticed purity
that the not so secret meaning of
everything men and women have
tried to do beyond keeping afloat
becomes as clear as ocean air.

from The Oxford Anthology of African American Poetry, 2005

(Thanks for sharing this with me, Anne.)

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