søndag 26. april 2015

Once you told me my father never wept; Once you told me his father never wept; The men of my line have never wept; They were made of steel. Or...









As you were saying this you cried a tear
That dropped into my mouth...I have never
drunk more of poison than I did
from the little cup.

Vulnerable woman,
poor and comprehending woman,
When I tasted it I knew the pain of centuries.
All of its burden...


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