You are the port I’m bound for,
unless I drown in transit.
Fears beset me, though.
Full of fear I grow
that the shore might take you in its folds and retreat
before I hit land;
that all my heavy clouds of dreams
might go astray with the wind
and disperse away.
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Los ( @Los@beehaw.org ) English2•1 year agoI’m enjoying these excepts. Are they from a copy of Modern Sudanese Poetry: An Anthology?
they are yes; it’s a good book which i have a digital copy of. no idea how available it is in print if you would like to examine the full thing lol