In the canon
Sóngoro cosongo
- Form
- Form Poetry Collection
- Year
- Year 1931
- Originally in
- Originally in Spanish
- Pages
- Pages 70
A bird of a different kind sings here. Say the title aloud and you are already inside the book: sóngoro cosongo, four syllables that mean nothing and everything, pure drum, the son beat rising off the page before a single image lands.
But my hoarse rejoinder, deep bass voice, calls both black and white to dance the same son.
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