Tuesday, 20. May 2003
A Farmer's Wife Love Poem
I have been learning
How to love
Like the earth:
Its cool impartiality to seed
Of weeds or grain. Both are same
To it, as it follows its unconscious duty
To pulse their hidden dormancies
Into a living light.
Yet each soil is partial To a particular seed. On our farm, it is white cotton Just as in me, it is yours!
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