
A strategy that is not out-
dated, fight fire with fire,
the bigger doused
by the smaller, like the forest
fire kindled by an untamed
tongue snuffed out by the tongue
of fire so small it sits
on my head without singeing
my hair.

It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
1 comment:
Great poem and photograph!!
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