Anna Swir Poems

She was an evil stepmother.
In her old age she is slowly dying
in an empty hovel.
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You will not tame this sea
either by humility or rapture.
But you can laugh
in its face.
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She is sixty. She lives
the greatest love of her life.

She walks arm-in-arm with her dear one,
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Great humility fills me,
great purity fills me,
I make love with my dear
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