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Els Moors
1976 / Poperinge
Poems of Els Moors
[on the roof of the house with the wind vane]
[the sky is an arch within which]
[the water floating by is the water]
[then I came home]
All the newspapers do is
Angel laid out a new body for me
I accept that I was created
I am the gardener with an alibi
If I follow something on the street
If I touch an abyss I don't understand
If someone lays apples
Julio am I that woman?
Oh my mother
On my way to a house
People as weary as machines
The girl stretches her legs and
The horse is not a horse
The trees with their gnarled trunks and broad crowns
The white shagging rabbits
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