The poem, I’ve always felt, is an opportunity for me to create an integrated whole from so many broken shards
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Wednesday, February 9, 2011
American History
By Michael Harper
Those four black girls blown up
in that Alabama church
remind me of five hundred
middle passage blacks,
in a net, under water
in Charleston harbor
so redcoats wouldn't find them.
Can't find what you can't see
can you?
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