the thick stream of air hauled toward the summitsfirst the great horses of noise reared against the skythen sluggishly the great limp octopus of smokea derisory spitter injecting the night withthe insolent perfume of a citronella lamp and a wind swept down on the islandsto be riddled by the suspect violence of the locusts . . .
-Aimé Césaire
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