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poem for pastors

two rows of cabbages
some one complained to the master
desolate and lone
my son is dead and i am going blind
through the broad earth's aching breast
i expect you
made up of loveliness alone
though love repine, and reason chafe
the stars fell from heaven
i love my hour of wind and light
let us plant
in your arms was still delight
i am a woman

 



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