Therefore do not let me go
where porpoises suddenly disappear
in dark western waters and I stand,
staring, a wind-hewn figure.
Do not let me travel
to moon drops of islands, adornments
as the sun would have them;
or turn from pole to pole, harassed,
don't. I found preserved
in me the brittle fracture spot
and mine within this province
despair enough. And hate hard as tungsten.
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How tough she is and seemingly proud of it! Good for her.