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Seeking for your Shore (1974)
Northern men of ice and story:
Lay your shadows by the sand
Our mouths have closed for want of kisses
And now deny what you began
Southern men of moon and music:
Weave us sandals from the grass
Our skins have tightened since the summer
Too dry to breath in nature’s dance
Heir to the histories of your loving
I guess no culture holds a cure
For the free and landless alcoholics
Ever seeking for your shore.
poem
by
Frank Bana
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