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Prayer To The Sun
Merciless one with eyes
which have never seen the darkness!
Liberator breaking the ice
with golden hammers!
Save me.
Straight as thin lines
are the flower stalks sucked on high:
closer to you shall the trellices tremble.
The trees hurl their might
like pillars towards your glory:
only up there do they spread
their light-thirsty leafy embrace, devoted.
You drew man from an earthbound stone
with blind eyes
to wandering swaying plant
with heavenly winds about its brow.
Yours is the stalk and the stem.
Yours is my spine.
Save it.
Not my life. Not my skin.
No gods reign over the outer world.
With darkened eyes and broken limbs
it is yours, you who lived upright
and you are with the one who dies upright
when darkness devours darkness.
~Author: Karin Boye ~
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