21 Temmuz 2014 Pazartesi

- the woman i am

that crazed girl improvising her music. 
her poetry, dancing upon the shore, 
her soul in division from itself 
climbing, falling She knew not where, 
hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, 
her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare 
a beautiful lofty thing, or a thing 
heroically lost, heroically found. 

no matter what disaster occurred 
she stood in desperate music wound, 
wound, wound, and she made in her triumph 
where the bales and the baskets lay 
no common intelligible sound 
but sang, "o sea-starved, hungry sea.'

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