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jueves, 2 de agosto de 2012

Woman to Child

You who were darkness warmd my flesh
Where out of darkness rose the seed
Then all the world I made in me:
all the road you hear and see
hung upon my dreaming blood

There moved the multitudinous stars,
And coloured birds and fishes moved
There swam the sliding continents.
All time lay rolled in me, and sense
and love that knew not its beloved

O node and focus of the world
I hold you deep whitin that well
you shall scape and not scape-
that mirrors still your sleeping shape,
thar nortures still your crescent shell.

I wither and you brake from me;
yet thought you dance in living light,
I am the erth , I am  the root.
I´m the  the steam, that fed the fruit,
the links that join you to the night.


JUDITH WRIGHT

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