our voices waved upwards into a tidethat wrapped itself around the islandlike some great blue snake and iwith visions unraveled my bodyfrom the great octopus i had slainwith our voicesacross the island i carried mysoul as one would carry a tinybaby found starving and dyingback leaving skin sheddingand merging with the tentaclesof the rotting worldmy voice walks like a skeletoni have reached the edge of lagoonprotected in the curve of the tidalrhythms are beating down my bonesthe island has appearedfloating perhaps beckoning meto its water free of beastsour voices are saying to our voicesi am the center and the sensei am the sunout of me comes everything
Island within Island
Henry Dumas
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- October 3, 2020
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“Island within Island” from KNEES OF A NATURAL MAN: THE SELECTED POETRY OF HENRY DUMAS, Edited by Eugene B. Redmond
Published by Flood Editions, October 2020.
Copyright © 2020 by Henry Dumas
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission.
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Henry Lee Dumas was born on July 20, 1934, in Sweet Home, Arkansas, and moved to Harlem at the age of ten. He graduated from Commerce High School and studied at City College in New York before a stint in the U.S. Air Force. He was stationed on the Arabian Peninsula (which piqued his abiding interest in Arabic culture) and in San Antonio, Texas. Following discharge, Dumas attended Rutgers University, worked for a year at IBM, served on the staff of Upward Bound at Hiram College in Hiram, Ohio, and then taught at Southern Illinois University’s Experiment in Higher Education in East St. Louis from 1967 to 1968. At EHE, he was a colleague and friend of Eugene B. Redmond, who would become his literary executor.
An editor, supporter of, and contributor to numerous small magazines, Dumas was also active in the Civil Rights Movement and a seminal force in the Black Arts Movement. He and his wife, Loretta Ponton Dumas, had two sons, David and Michael, both of whom are deceased. On May 23, 1968, Dumas was shot and killed by a New York City Transit policeman in the subway. Circumstances of his death remain unclear.
Posthumous collections of Dumas’s poetry include Poetry for My People (1970), republished as Play Ebony Play Ivory (1974), and the first edition of Knees of a Natural Man: The Selected Poetry of Henry Dumas (1989). His books of fiction include Ark of Bones and Other Stories (1974), Jonoah and the Green Stone (a novel, 1976), Rope of Wind and Other Stories (1979), Goodbye Sweetwater: New and Selected Stories (1988), and Echo Tree: The Collected Short Fiction of Henry Dumas (2003).
"His work remains—a testimonial to his own committed love, his own sharp perceptiveness and zeal."
—Gwendolyn Brooks
"In 1968, a young Black man, Henry Dumas, went through a turnstile at a New York City subway station. A transit cop shot him in the chest and killed him. Circumstances surrounding his death remain unclear. Before that happened, however, he had written some of the most beautiful, moving, and profound poetry and fiction that I have ever in my life read. He was thirty-three years old when he was killed, but in those thirty-three years, he had completed work, the quality and quantity of which are almost never achieved in several lifetimes. He was brilliant. He was magnetic, and he was an incredible artist."
—Toni Morrison
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