Ruth Whitman

(1922–1999 / New York City / United States)

Birth - Poem by Ruth Whitman

Khnum the Potter
father of fathers
mother of mothers
molded my body
out of clay
out of spirit he
made another me
my ka to stay
on earth when I die:
she'll slip away,
unhindered, free,
while ba the bird
wing of my soul
will fly from my tomb
back to the sky

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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