Saturday, April 10, 2010

Sonnet Of Motherhood Xxix Comments

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How strangely lone unto myself I grow,
Listening and looking for I know not what;
Turning my head with terror cold and hot
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Zora Bernice May Cross
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Dr Antony Theodore 15 November 2019

Draw up the blinds and let the stars rush in, The mournful moon and all the air she swims. I would not languish in my mother-mood While just without earth makes her old, mad din. beutiful poem. tony

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