perjantai 13. lokakuuta 2023

ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR

Yesterday I sat in a library
reading Rilke's Sonnets to Orpheus
through once more, while
cloud and wind and sun
danced their game of change
outside, and in Palestine
blood flowed like water
after the storm the night before.

13.10.2023


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