Don’t cry because it’s over
Smile because it happened
Norman Caribbean, luminous emissary, we learned from you how to find the collective soul of a community and be lovingly immersed in its warm embrace.
A Song from Haiti chosen specifically for Uncle Norman from ‘Fishing by the Light of the Ancestors’
Norman Late at Night
In the Panyard
Dark brown chocolate hands,
Corrupt cigar tobacco:
I surrender my heart for a while to a rich, mellow consensus
Of the collective soul.
I inhale the synergies of harmonies and the riddim
Of a hundred hearts, two hundred hands.
I imbibe deeply the subtle liquid velvet of molten metal
By resistance and steeped in history,
And in the end I learn that
Joy is a well that springs from modest beginnings,
Is honed and refined through enthusiasm, commitment and effort,
And flows abundantly among the people.
Heaven is in the modest Panyard,
In the ghetto
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