Tag: blood
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Night Songs
The night – a hungry dark dog – / as licked the red blood of the west / and quietly laid down on the earth / three crows stand on my roof and curse; / one pecks at my heart, / the heart has bloodied my way now dogs lick at my ways
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What Does This Old Gray Jew Want From Me?
What does this old gray Jew want from me / who comes to me to visit every night / and weighs me down with sadness and dark fears / with eyes black holes with tears