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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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!
“The moment I find it – or it offers itself to me – that’s when I know I’ve been in transition for a while. Maybe the process (which is self-identification, or more importantly for me, self-reinvention) is even over by the time it’s found a way of expressing itself.”
M. John Harrison