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grandmother poem

through the broad earth's aching breast
let me move slowly through the street
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
rocked in the cradle of the deep
i said, i have shut my heart
high-born race
the darkness
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
eighty years have passed, and more

 



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