We Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
We
shall make art of it....
it has made art of us.....
it has crawled across our sleeping faces...
it has brought sere into our lives...
.it has left water in the ditch where we drown...
.it has been a companion in finery and in rags......
it calls...strident.. a furious yawping melody.....
we answer......
as it spins, dances......
...... holds a feathered fan to the plaited glass.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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