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I’ve been here before, dreaming myself backwards, among grappling hooks of light. True to the seasons, I’ve lived every word spoken. Did I walk into someone’s nightmare?

Yusef Komunyakaa

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Yusef Komunyakaa
Age: 77
Born: 1947
Born: April 29
Author
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
Bogalusa
Louisiana
James William Brown
Jr
True
Spoken
Dream
Nightmare
Someone
Seasons
Light
Lived
Hooks
Every
Among
Grappling
Walk
Hook
Walks
Dreaming
Word
Backwards

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