Tag: crying
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I’m Not Moving From Here
Who else like me – for generations kindred with the field, with grass and stalk, / joined to my border, with air and earth – / can say: let the axe be like a sword – a ritual slaughterer’s knife sharp in the enemy’s cold hand. I’m not going to be moved!
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Time Ago and Today
Time ago the street led me into work, / today work leads me – into the street / and I drag myself with healthy hands / like a hundred thousand others, here and there…
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A Cloud
A cloud hung his tears on my window / and clothed me in his fears. / If I were a small crying gray cloud, / then someone would see my tears.