If our gratitude dries parched, we think nothing of water If our tongues shrink, we think of nothing but water nothing of water; foresight shortened dry, memory of these -dry -days Water, is taught by thirst. Land — by...
Marilyn Dumont
Notre Freres
We were born beneath the water in the darkest depths of the lake We rise, our hooves rumbling spewing lake water, muzzles dripping We were born beneath the water in the darkest depths of the lake We rise, our hooves rumbling spewing lake water, muzzles dripping in the...