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A slow singer, but loading each phrase
With history’s overtones, love, joy
And grief learned by his dark tribe
In other orchards and passed on
Instinctively as they are now,
But fresh always with new tears.
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~ R.S. Thomas
“A Blackbird Singing”
thanks to http://leda-swanson.tumblr.com/
art by Sandra Merwin
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