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July 19th , 2010

Refugee Mother and Child

No Madonna and Child could touch

that picture of a mother 's tenderness

for a son she soon will have to forget

The air was heavy with odors

of diarrhea of unwashed children

with washed-out ribs and dried-up

bottoms struggling in labored

steps behind blown empty bellies

Most mothers there had long ceased

to care but not this one she held

a ghost smile between her teeth

and in

her eyes the ghost of a mother 's

pride as she combed the rust-colored

hair left on his skull and then -

singing in her eyes - began carefully

to part it . In another life

this would have been a little daily

act of no consequence before his

breakfast and school now she

did it like putting flowers

on a tiny grave

Dover beach

The sea is calm to-night

The tide is full , the moon lies fair

Upon the straits - on the French coast the light

Gleams and is gone the cliffs of England stand

Glimmering and vast , out in the tranquil bay

Come to the window , sweet is the night-air

Only , from the long line of spray

Where the sea meets the moon-blanch 'd land

Listen ! You hear the grating roar

Of pebbles which the waves draw back , and fling

At their return , up the high strand

Begin , and cease , and then again begin

With tremulous cadence slow , and bring

The eternal note of sadness in

Sophocles long...