Peasant Poem by Jan Pocek

Peasant



with golden willow's root
with the root of blackthorn
I grew deep into the earth
into her
black soils
and clays
I hum under the sky with oak
I mock storms and thunders
a swayer on black bread
a master
in his own
house

Saturday, March 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: country,master
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