The Voice Poem by Andrée Chedid
The Voice
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Where is the distant voice
That speaks like my soul?
Buried beneath daylight's clamor
Gold and the seasons
Beneath groaning streets
And the ferment of cities
In my grave of care
And blond laughter
In what bare tomb must I lie
To summon the voice
That speaks like my soul?
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: voice
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4/18/2024 10:27:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In grave of care still we hear the wonderful voice in such an interesting sharing...10