The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

April 10, 2008


here is the field of mice

and here is the field of tall hickory

here is the pleasant murmuring stream

and here are the wages of death

yea, though i say death i see death

though i see death i shall not see death

death is a woman stalking me

in a dark robe invisible sickle
death is a woman stalking me

here is the field of barley

and here is the meadow of forest voles

here i shall not sleep again tonight

and here i shall foment useless cries and war

war with dark sickle and invisible robe
war is a man with chemical burns

here with death i shall lie in the field of voles
here with war i shall die in the hickory forest

here is a field of barley and corn

and here is a field of cedar forest


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