“whatever tongue we speak the old ghost asserts itself in dusky echoes” — Grace Nichols Copy Share Image
“I have crossed an ocean I have lost my tongue from the root of the old one a new one has sprung” — Grace Nichols Copy Share Image
“whatever tongue we speak the old ghost asserts itself in dusky echoes” — Grace Nichols Copy Share Image
“Not every skin-teeth is a smile 'Massa' if you see me smiling when you pass if you see me bending when you ask Know… — Grace Nichols Copy Share Image
