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Seventy-Eight
A meadowlark
guarded her eggs,
practicing on me
the ruse of
a broken wing.
I have guarded
my wounds from you
twenty years
the same way.
Poèmes sur le thème : meadowlark
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Meadowlarks
In the silver light after a storm,
Under dripping boughs of bright new green,
I take the low path to hear the meadowlarks
Alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen.
What have I to fear in life or death
Who have known three things: the kiss in the night,
The white flying joy when a song is born,
And meadowlarks whistling in silver light.