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Many a miner has gone 
into the deep pit 
to receive the dust of a kiss, 
an ore-cell. 
He has gone with his lamp 
full of mole eyes 
deep deep and has brought forth 
Jesus at Gethsemane. 
Body of moss, body of glass, 
body of peat, how sharp 
you lie, emerald as heavy 
as a golf course, ruby as dark 
as an afterbirth, 
diamond as white as sun 
on the sea, coal, dark mother, 
brood mother, let the sea birds 
bring you into our lives 
as from a distant island, 
heavy as death. 


Submitted by RW

Added: 24 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 15 Jan 2021 1:00 PM | Viewed: 6432 times

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