NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2013 - Page 127

Starless City Wise is the name of the past sorrow as fair as the wise springtime for you to cherish the teachings of the path. The blooming fruit of peace, the master of gay and sad times is your lamp of a genius. There you shine among the choir of millions of voices and dancing visions in the Starless City. That White Flower That white flower that in the morning, opening itself, makes of your day a celebration, brings the empty spell of beauty maddened with desire. Greedy for the most desperate season of fire, that white flower knows all the secrets of ecstasy possible to reach on earth, when it has drunk from the burning cup the foamed magic of the body. O, but its petals of crystalline blue, of inebriating iridescent green, of the sea of paradise, 125 BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE they will overflow that hope in the lifetime of a kiss. BRN-FALL-2013.indb 125 9/13/13 12:48 AM