truth
April 21, 2020 at 1:58 pm Leave a comment
truth
it seems long since
i accosted the
strange-eyed god.
and, o, the gifts
that he gave me:
all
have brought some joy, and all some pain:
but the worst–the best–
is sight.
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There will be a lot of repetition from earlier posts in the ‘voices’ category, which is an ancient poetry manuscript. I lost the computer copy of the ms. that I cut each poem I posted from. Pardon the sloppy grammar.
Entry filed under: Ancient Poetry. Tags: in truth, poetry from voices.
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