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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lauds for St. Germaine Cousin (1579-1601)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blessed is the One who lifts the slow sun <br> above this morning's raw orange edge, <br>who moves the ewe to nudge her birth- <br> stunned lamb into the flock's heat, who <br>leads the hen to steer her keets as soon as <br> they can walk into the insect- <br>filled, high grass, guides the owl to tear fresh <br> pigeon into pieces small enough <br>to fill the owlet's gaping bill, <br> and prompts the rat to lick the pup <br>that's not her own and take it to her side, <br> directs the swan to trumpet, <br>bob her head, and raise her wings, quivering </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> into a living canopy <br>above the nest built without hands <br> by those who have no hands, just wings, <br>wings that cannot weave but must and somehow <br> do, just as I twist thread from the distaff's <br>wild wether wool, skirted, sorted, scoured, <br> and drawn into bumps of roving <br>held awry until the sun lifts <br> high enough to warm these slow fingers <br>spinning fast and faster, dropping <br> the spindle like a top, whorling <br>fibers clockwise to pull the yarn <br> taut and straight, plying many into one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christianne+Balk">Christianne Balk</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355919" data-title="Lauds for St. Germaine Cousin (1579-1601) de Christianne Balk" data-description="Blessed is the One who lifts the slow sun above this morning's raw orange edge, who moves the ewe to nudge her birth- stunned lamb into the flock's heat, who leads the hen to steer her keets as soon as they can walk into the insect- fille..."></div> </div> </div>
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