Sorry
do not think humbly ask for forgiveness no cure
enclosed in a narrow dark brown
in grace
built by a tormented.
vent do not think you
in
always boasting of empty beds
or hide my shame not hurt
under your feathers,
you who never missed a seduction.
But my neighbors, my gods,
the power of the sun, the beings
hurt,
pain in me, that man
habits
hiding my broken mirror them
yes, ask forgiveness.
* In Dublin 1927, was born this great poet. Thanks to Jorge Giraldo for the discovery and Victor Ruiz for the coordinates. Keep posting.
Literature. Poetry. Pearse Hutchinson. The soul that kissed the body.
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