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grandmother poem

the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
dark-eyed
i bid them all farewell
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
we break the glass whose sacred wine
be in me as the eternal moods
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
the little white prayers
they in the darkness gather and ask
pharaoh, king of egypt's land

 



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