Birth Poem by Ruth Whitman

Birth



Khnum the Potter
father of fathers
mother of mothers
molded my body
out of clay
out of spirit he
made another me
my ka to stay
on earth when I die:
she'll slip away,
unhindered, free,
while ba the bird
wing of my soul
will fly from my tomb
back to the sky

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Ruth Whitman

Ruth Whitman

New York City / United States
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