Tag: grief
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A morning
Morning hangs on the windows, blue / and fragrant with lilac and jasmine. / My lips tremble and pay quiet tribute to / everything that is young and green.
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A Phrase About Man in an Old Holy Book
Though Springtime, there was rain and snow, / and above the columns of night / grief clambered like a cat and terrorized all the roads. / I sat alone, leafing through an old holy book.
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Visiting my Mama
– For so long have my eyes been seeking, / awaiting some letter of yours, my son – / in the nights my heart was wakeful / and quaking like a leaf in the wind.