Eugene B. Redmond Quotes

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You sit snug in my ceiling
Staring at the room
While insects worship you.
But I can hide you in the night
And your body like a corpse
Loses its heat in seconds.

Eugene B. Redmond

As the drum stands at the crossroads of traditional African and Afro-American culture, so the poet should stand at the center of the drum... And poetry is music's twin. Both the metaphysical and the metaphorical word stem from and return to the drum: life, love, birth, and death labored out in measured rumble or anxious cacophony.

Eugene B. Redmond

River of time:
Vibrant vein,
Bent, crooked,
Older than the Red Men
Who named you;
Ancient as the winds
That break on your
Serene and shining face;
One time western boundary of America
From whose center
Your broad shoulders now reach
To touch sisters
On the flanks.

Eugene B. Redmond

Mechanical oracles
Dot the sky,
Casting shadows on the sun.
Instead of manna
Leaflets fall
To resurrect coals, dead
From the week's bombing.

Eugene B. Redmond

Consider loneliness as a weaver of want,
As a giver of needs undefined,
As some ancestral repository
For a personal mythic tablet;
As a nerve, nudged overgendy—
Or laced with worry;
As a womb, wailing out its
Liquid waifs, its tight lips waiting,
Waiting...
As a tyrant, timeless and elastic—
Consider loneliness.

Eugene B. Redmond