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A poem by Devadasi.

girl with lion by K-jaart


I have scattered my children
To the winds
And in my witch’s house I smile;
The boy rides the waves
On a white coast,
The older girl lies with a young lion
In an ancient inn in Wales,
The younger daughter
Walks through Hades
Guarding a golden child.
This morning a crow
Lorded it across my fallow field
– a big man in the rackets –
he had a message for me.

I am crying now.
I touch my finger to the web
That stretches to the poles,
Converges here;
It quivers, pulses with love.


Poem by Devadasi – Virginia, 1970, Riverside
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