E. Ethelbert Miller

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E. Ethelbert Miller



Average rating: 4.08 · 747 ratings · 178 reviews · 41 distinct worksSimilar authors
How We Sleep on the Nights ...

4.30 avg rating — 53 ratings — published 2004 — 2 editions
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In Search of Color Everywhere

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4.20 avg rating — 45 ratings — published 1994 — 4 editions
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Fathering Words: The Making...

4.02 avg rating — 43 ratings — published 2000 — 8 editions
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If God Invented Baseball: P...

3.85 avg rating — 39 ratings3 editions
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The 5th Inning

3.74 avg rating — 35 ratings — published 2009 — 9 editions
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في الليل كلنا شعراء سود

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3.28 avg rating — 40 ratings — published 2009
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Where are the Love Poems fo...

4.12 avg rating — 17 ratings — published 1990 — 3 editions
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the little book of e

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Beyond the Frontier: Africa...

4.50 avg rating — 10 ratings — published 2002
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How I Found Love Behind the...

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“شخصٌ ما كان يلقي قصيدته، ولا أستطيع سماع شيء منها حتى تُزيحي شعرك المنسدل على وجهك.”
E. Ethelbert Miller, في الليل كلنا شعراء سود

“منذ زمنٍ طويل وأنا أقبّل عينيكِ، ألم تلحظ شفتاك ذلك؟”
E. Ethelbert Miller, في الليل كلنا شعراء سود

“It was the language that left us first.
The Great Migration of words. When people
spoke they punched each other in the mouth.
There was no vocabulary for love. Women
became masculine and could no longer give
birth to warmth or a simple caress with their
lips. Tongues were overweight from profanity
and the taste of nastiness. It settled over cities
like fog smothering everything in sight. My
ears begged for camouflage and the chance
to go to war. Everywhere was the decay of
how we sound.”
E. Ethelbert Miller



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