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To a black dancer
Negress my warm rumour of Africa
My land of mystery and my fruit of reason
You are the dance by the naked joy of your smile
By the offering of your breasts and secret powers
You are the dance by the golden tales of marriage nights
By new tempos and more secular rhythms
Negress repeated triumph of dreams and stars
Passive mistress to the koras’ assault
You are the dance of giddyness
By the magic of loins restarting the world
You are the dance
And the myths burn around me
Around me the wigs of learning
In great fires of joy in the heaven of your steps
You are the dance
And burn false gods in your vertical flame
Your are the face of the initiate
Sacrificing his childhood before the tree-god
You are the idea of All and the voice of the Ancient
Gravely rocketed against our fears
You are the Word which explodes
In showers of light upon the shores of oblivion.