Sunday, November 02, 2008

The Grass

Nobody leads the cow
To the greenery cropped and dry
To the greenery without caresses,

The grass which receives it
Must be sweet as a silken thread,
A thread of silk sweet as a thread of milk.

Ignored mother
For the children it is not lunch,
But the milk on the grass
The grass before the cow,
The child before the grass

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