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poet

Dahlia Ravikovitch

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I am not here.
I am on those craggy eastern hills
streaked with ice
where grass doesn't grow  
and a sweeping shadow overruns the slope.  	  
A little shepherd girl 
with a herd of goats,
black goats, 
emerges suddenly
from an unseen tent.				 
She won't live out the day, that girl,	 
in the pasture