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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XXIII

My blue eyes are like the sky Which is calm like water in the sunlight. It is so, blue and calm, Because we don’t interrogate not even in astonishment…

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – III

At dusk, leaning out of the window, I know at a glance that there are fields ahead. I begin to read until my eyes burn A book by Cesário Verde.

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XVa

These four songs, I wrote them whilst I was sick. Now they are written I no longer think of them. Let us rejoice, if we can, in our sickness, As we may never find her full health, Like those people … Continue reading

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SEEING OUR WAY

Each time we see our way It feels as though we may Steal away to another world Where happiness is unfurled. Leaving our world that may fall A wholeness of being in us all: During our brief moments flight A … Continue reading

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XLVI

In this way or that way, Conforming to the race but not racing, I am able to at times speak my mind, And at times say evil from the melting pot, I will write my poetry without intention, As if … Continue reading

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