For the end of a long and intense month where breaks and pauses have been few and far between, I give you a short and beautiful poem by Joy Harjo, from her collection She had some horses (1983).
The poem I just wrote
The poem I just wrote is not real.
And neither is the black horse
who is grazing on my belly.
And neither are the ghosts
of old lovers who smile at me
from the jukebox.
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On Englands pleasant pastures seen!
- And did those feet, William Blake
On Englands pleasant pastures seen!
- And did those feet, William Blake
fredag 31. mars 2023
The poem I just wrote - a poem by Joy Harjo
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