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Table of Contents for
Fierce Departures: The Poetry of Dionne Brand, selected with an introduction by Leslie C. Sanders

Foreword | Neil Besner

Biographical Note

Introduction | Leslie C. Sanders

No Language Is Neutral

No language is neutral

There it was anyway, some damn memory half-eaten

Pilate was that river I never crossed as a child

I walk Bathurst Street until it come like home

But wait, this must come out then

In another place, not here, a woman might touch

Land to Light On

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thirsty

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XXX

Inventory III

One year she sat at the television weeping

nothing personal is recorded here

what confidences would she tell you then

she’s heard clearly now, twenty-three

beating on the tympanic bone, by suicide bomb

At least someone should stay awake, she thinks

and bones beatific, sharpened with heat, at least

“It is worst during the night

there’s another life, she listens, each hour, each night

If they’re numb over there, and all around her

she’ll gather the passions of women

till then / where are the packages of black pepper

she is a woman who is losing the idea

Afterword | Dionne Brand

Acknowledgements