The Ever-Patient Woman (Andree Chedid Poem)
In the flowing sap In her growing fever Parting her veils Cracking out of her shells Sliding out of her ...
In the flowing sap In her growing fever Parting her veils Cracking out of her shells Sliding out of her ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow ...
Where is the distant voice That speaks like my soul? Buried beneath daylight's clamor Gold and the seasons Beneath groaning ...
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