Unremembered Country


Trees, grasses, green things!

I am ill.
Memory sticks in me:
my blood
is thick.
Olive tree, this is a sick
being walking here
I cannot remember how
I love you, the breath
I give you is
spotted, oh greenness
a clot
seizes even
my heart, let me
lie down with you
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