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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3902 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Flat Land Hilde Evers Thin song dark wire Land as a sheet That sinks Spring land of hoofs and milk And children of willow wood Fever and summer land when the sun Makes her young ones in the corn Blond fence With the deaf-and-dumb peasants near the dead fires Who pray “May God forgive us for What he done to us” With the fishermen burning on their boats With the flecked beasts the mouth foaming women that sink Land thou open me up. My eyes are fragments Me in Ithaca with holes in my skin I will lend you my air in your words Your bushes your lime trees hide in my tongue My letters are: Flat land dunes and polder |
