Private Pain in Time of Trouble by Kathleen Spivack
Private Pain in Time of Trouble
Kathleen SpivackHow can I sustain
this troubled swelling:
my heart like an eggplant,blackened, bulbous, grows too greedy:
bruised and sorrowful,
it will not let its great loss go,wanting to be pendulous with child.
Private pain in time of trouble
as the dark-eyed children burn.They stretch out their small hands to me:
sparrows, and I do not hear.
It is a false spring this year.
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