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To All my Loves

From yesterday to tomorrow

My natural, spontaneous or invented, recreated Loves,

For, before all else,

We must first learn to create Love

For all my Friends in Madness, born that way or rendered mad

My Master Injectors of anguish,

For, before any wisdom gained,

We must all experience madness

To all my grandchildren, all the Yi in my Village

Who will never cease seeking the Ki

I dedicate what follows here. . . .

So, trying to pretend with eyebrows arched

That they were keeping calm

Each one wondered privately

What was coming next. And what is actually coming next?

Hey! I muttered behind their back

What is next is a novel, of course, you silly fools!

That is to say, fabrications or stories

But intensely lived or to be lived

If only in the imagination of the tale of love

Hey, hey, hey, that was your Grandmama!!!

—Werewere-Liking Gnepo