Jacques du Lumerie
Maison De Sante - Poem by Jacques du Lumerie
Also near the end of its life:
The old blackbird looks up at me
As if to say
'Please do not hurt me.'
I feed it some bread,
And in the garden we sit together,
Both waiting for the same thing.
I, with a broken mind;
It, with a broken wing.
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