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For years I wallowed about in the world,Now I’m going home to wallow there.With a pair of shoes and the shirt on my back,And the stick in my hand that goes with me everywhere.I’ll not kiss your dust…
And veins web her temples,
and my father pins on the orchid,
and my card names her the best mother.
But Alzheimer’s or arteriosclerosis (the end is the same)
praises him ad nauseum,
but accuses my…
You’ve grown
but not
grown up
You’re ripe
as earth is raw
where roots probe deep
Like all roots
you probe
in deep darkness
Translated by Marcia Falk.