Tag: misery
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I Would Be a Father By Now
By now, I would be a father, / bouncing a child on my sturdy knee, my nose nuzzled against its downy body, as to a full-blown, fragrant rose.
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To the Porter
My gaze races after the clock’s hands, / my ear quivers on time’s pulse, / and though this clamorous Warsaw / has swept me far away, / so very far …