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The System of Dante's Hell
  • The System of Dante's Hell

    Leroi Jones. 


    Grove Press: 1965. First edition. Hardcover in a jacket. Fine with a price clipped jacket. 


    "City is gluttony. Mind you! The sparks hiss and sun drips on leaves. 


    This place is not another. Cold white sidewalks. Time, as intimate. To myself, beautiful fingers. You stand so straight. The mob of buildings. Their factories. Our incontinence. 


    She cd die on the street with her stockings pulled up. Her letters, not to old men on the east side. Myself, the young. Myself, again, under the spattering leaves. The west is a bridge. We'll travel someplace wide open. Not that slow brown water. A river. Another blue eye washing our land. Water to the east. We leave under the heavy air. Still, and winter coming on." 

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