“One must be strong, be born a poet. I recognize myself as a poet.” A.R. May 12,1871
THE DRUNKEN BOAT
As I descended black, impassive Rivers,
I sensed that haulers were no longer guiding me:
Screaming Redskins took them for their targets.
Nailed nude to colored stakes: barbaric trees.
I was indifferent to all my crews;
I carried English cottons, Flemi…
