J'ai marche dans un desert,
Et j'ai crie,
'Helas, mon Dieu, prenez-moi de ce lieu! '
Une voix a dit, 'Ce n'est pas un desert'.
Je me suis crie, 'Bien, mais-
'Le sable, la chaleur, l'horizon vide.'
Une voix a dit, 'Ce n'est point un desert'.
Gradually, this poem made me think more and more. It is the way the voice contradicts the man so completely that intrigues me. The man is right, to me.
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