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Man must have his earth, a soft patch
Under a thatch of sky;
And purpose each morning to go out.
With a woman to lure back and lie with him.
Should he lose his way in the dark.
As even a leaper must have his ledge,
his bit of rock cliff to leap from.
For even the dead
Shall stake claim to the graves that take them.
Tanseman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem