“to wound the autumnal city.
So howled out for the world to give him a name.
The in-dark answered with wind.”

— Samuel R. Delany , book Dhalgren

Part I, "Prism, Mirror, Lens" (p. 1)
Dhalgren (1975)

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American author, professor and literary critic 1942

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