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Three things
I saw three things belong to us:
shame and home and cancer.
Who can tell what world to order,
chosen according to what qualifications?
Give me a bed.
Poèmes sur le thème : cancer
Poèmes sur le thème « cancer » sur Poets.by.
From Forest Park Fragments
Her hair
longer now,
falling away from the skull,
legs radiant with cancer she
smiled
giddy as a harlot
mother of mine
halfeaten
in the dream.
The housecoat about to fall,
she shuffled in it,
brightest eyes
free from the mind in sleep
rives sleep to brightest day,
the naked and their relics
(gifts,