An Old Cracked Tune
My name is Solomon Levi,
the desert is my home,
my mother's breast was thorny,
and father I had none.
The sands whispered, Be separate,
the stones taught me, Be hard.
I dance, for the joy of surviving,
on the edge of the road.
-Stanley Kunitz
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Found: Great poem on the subway this morning
Posted by Aleena the Cleric at 10:25 AM
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