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Thursday, 15 March 2012
POETRY: May He Protect You
My great friend, the author, Susanna Moore
[My Old Sweetheart, In the Cut, One Last Look are three of her books]
- one of her favourite poems reminiscent of the great underlying spirituality of the Indian subcontinent.
Dedicated to John Stefanidis
Krishna went out to play
Mother
and he ate dirt
Is that true Krishna
No
who said it
Your brother Balarama
Not true
Look at my face
Open your mouth
he opened it and she stood speechless
inside was
the universe
may he protect you
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Anna Mathias
21 March 2012 at 01:38
A sage and lovely poem, with a beautiful photograph of Susanna.
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A sage and lovely poem, with a beautiful photograph of Susanna.
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