“WITHOUT END There is no final poem, just as there was no original poem, and if there was a tree that held a knowledge of good and evil then we have done nothing with that knowledge, moving back and forth… — Vievee Francis Copy Share Image
“The Final Poem A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow than wells. But I only give birth To seeds and to shells. My tongue becomes tangled in… — Andrée Chedid Copy Share Image
