Who are you that the whole world’s song
Is shaken out beneath your feet
Leaving you comfortless,
Who, that, as wheat
Is garnered, gather in
The blades of man’s sin
And bear that sheaf?
Lady of wrong and grief,
Blameless!
Who are you that the whole world’s song
Is shaken out beneath your feet
Leaving you comfortless,
Who, that, as wheat
Is garnered, gather in
The blades of man’s sin
And bear that sheaf?
Lady of wrong and grief,
Blameless!
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“I write about intersections of culture and politics for an imagined audience of other writers & readers in a language appropriate for that audience. Should I be writing about the same things in a different way for a different audience, or about different things in the same way for a different audience, or about different things in a different way for a different audience?”
Edmond Caldwell