sin and the land

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Why the long eyes? Come,
See the cross on my palm —
                                    anoint it of your tears,
                                    dwell
Tend to mine as I on yours

You and I
Are like sin and the land
                                   We do meet often
                                   in this world
But when you rest,
                                   I will forgive
And when you wake,
                                   Let us bid our farewells

You are the first vigil with open eyes
                                   In the quiet within the megaliths

As I will be your cross
As I will be the ache



—after Anna Akhmatova, In a Dream, 1946

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