a child in the world


Here in the fragrant woods

I bend my knee to supply—

fish (fresh) and warm bread,

prayer a feast in the wild famine

of cities not yet emptied of life

—small mercies fill the mouth,

a hidden store for those on the eve

of the great surrender

 


 

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