1) Man with the Oxen
Darkish brown was the oxen heading down the brown street in Port du Prince, Haiti, by the orphanage (in July of 1986); and browner the hides about the oxen mainly because it stretched backwards, however the long thick horns, pale white! Pushed and toiled, weary and worn have been the oxen, blending in to the earthly browns! They blended into your earth, bleeding in the dark brown-black Ox-male’s flesh with pale rose cooled lips, drenched in sweat in the flames on the Sunshine-his shoulders overcooked: charred! He walked along with, beside them, guiding them, in-amongst them, where ever he required to be from the beaded sand, together with his prolonged brown crooked and reckoning tree department he used as being a whip ((oh how he looked, great spirit! His brow burnt, slanted again, jaw hardened; with towers of corn rods while in the fiery considerably distance, inside a veiled phantasm) (and although I stood observing in solitary silence, he hardly ever after discovered my nobly etching and my livid yellow gleam on my face watching this scene of humanity, draped inside the mid-afternoon heat, as it had been all a little bit hotter between eleven o’clock, and 3): dark chicken and egg problem business brown were being his eyes, eyes with The sunshine blown out; darkish brown, with black splashes was his hair The wild tall rod wanting corn during the adjacent farmland, was inexperienced, with some dowdy browns but neither black nor olive His oxcart-brown woodened framed, was crammed with browns and greens towering above his head a pale brown straw-hat, as he walked in-between Aged rubber tires, worn axle, dim blacks, blending into every one of the browns Bowls of brown air- twisted dust and earth, they came (The complete earth turning brown for them) The shinning gaze of your ox-person’s shirt was neither brown nor environmentally friendly, but bluish-inexperienced as the sea Above the stone brown road they arrived, and perhaps the sea behind them-had, had he appeared backwards-became a tint of brown (dust and Filth, soot and soil all Mixing in the atmosphere); it appeared at some time- his daily life, -would often unlatch for me, patches of browns and blacks and pale greens…
what breaches among him as well as ox? Help you save he is made in God’s graphic He isn’t any Plato nor Socrates, nor could he be- He isn’t any rose through the rosebush neither: nor could he be He is that if just about anything, time’s tragedy, betrayed by the world, by his personal time, his own kind…
and I assumed at some time: how shut They are really to lifetime, how hard the everyday living is, with the oxen and to the male-working day soon after working day just after working day: sun striking down upon their heads, their shoulders and arms, touching the human body, the basis of your soul, for that man the poorly located, and a near likeness towards the broad back from the oxen And exactly how the afternoon birds hid through the crude daylight-although not him, them, not The person nor the oxen, and so, unhappiness that is certainly authentic falls above my confront, because so lonely they seem, lonely while in the soul, in my time- This factor in by itself, designed expressly for me by my soul, I could in no way abide by Those people footsteps, all who have never recognized could not, all who definitely have overlooked couldn’t, only individuals who have cherished all matters for on their own In these situations the soul follows blindly, without end, evermore, in research, dreaming, as the body is still left dreaming, of one other environment, that also is not his, and absolutely not the oxen’s-
and so I believed at enough time: ‘Exactly where have they concealed all of nature’s dazzling colours in this land, in addition to browns and blacks, and watery greens, and greens from the sea? As well as at sunset, approximately a gleam, a lot more liken to a rusted-red-iron, with tints of yellowish brown, drab orange: nearly as being the day was long, brown and black, with patches of environmentally friendly, no additional (or perhaps, perchance, achievable, I just did not see These gleaming vivid colors, nature’s reward to humanity-I was seeking too near at The person and his oxen)
