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VIOLET ON THE MOUNTAIN<br />
I can no longer drink from a cistern,<br />
I am accustomed to river water.<br />
I will not go with my child to the fields,<br />
I will not lash the crib to a bush;<br />
For the earth will shake, the string<br />
Holding the cradle will snap.<br />
Down it will roll, down into the gorge,<br />
Leaving me bereft.<br />
How long must I be in mourning?<br />
How long must I pick up my baby’s flesh?<br />
How long must I gather it up in my dress?<br />
How long must I set the pieces together?<br />
Strike me down with stones, fellow mourners,<br />
I have nothing more to tell you.<br />
Love Poems<br />
I am a very young woman<br />
I am a very young woman,<br />
Don’t make me sad, it’s a sin;<br />
They will torment you “over there,”<br />
If there is a place where souls live.<br />
Nina woman<br />
Nina woman, if there were some way<br />
We could lie at each other’s side,<br />
Cover ourselves with carpets and furs,<br />
And work up a mighty sweat!<br />
So I went and lay with you,<br />
But it is much too chilly here.<br />
I could never enjoy you like this,<br />
Why don’t you come inside with me?<br />
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