Saturday, December 3, 2016

#3 Linda Adair -- Diaspora fragment 6


an ancient forbidden language murmurs
in the dawn
a language that I do not know in my head
or on my tongue 
but feel in my heart.
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  1. ACskiDecember 3, 2016 at 9:40 AM

    I know that feeling exactly. Also articulated in Peter Skrzynecki's Ancestors poem. The lost culture.

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