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And never lose direction, our fields would be forever shining however short our life we would seldom cry.
Hilde Domin
Written in the Rain
If we were bees
who can feel the sun
through the cloudy sky
who find their way
to the blossom
and never lose direction,
our fields would be forever
shining
however short our life
we would seldom cry.
Eskimobird
Often
when I fall asleep
I feel beneath me
the swaying take-off
of the great Eskimobird
seeking its course
like a hesitant plane.
I lie on its back
between its wings
but you,
a multi-formed animal,
sit on the tail of the bird
and fly with me
overarching me
and my breath
can’t escape you.
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