Saturday, May 15, 2010

The First Nausicaa

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Nausicaa 340

The weed-hearted girl of the flowers, wild
Castle-builder and least jinky radiance, she
Holds her nose and
Breathes the breath of life over us
Like golden laughter- old, but dear and loving
Least sand a happy promise new habits
In little fancy bibs and in time streamed
Prayers for seated friends
Alongside the proud waters
Apart, she will send you to her months
To wait a boy, a father, they will give you a spade
With which to dig your own grave
As you chuckle among the stars and storms
And stand on the brilliant shore
Learning patience
Learning how to suffer.

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