Tag: fields
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To My Mother
Mama, I no longer love winter / or white snow as I once did, / when the days seem to rise / from the fields
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I’m Not Envious
I’m not envious of anyone, / save the song of the scythe / eventide in the countryside…
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A Stormy Night
My child, don’t be frightened / of the wind / that bends the trees to the earth, / of the dark that pours over all the roads, / of the rain / that beats with heavy treads on the roof / and of all, of all, that gives rise to the night, / trembling in…