Cuban-American Culture · French-American Culture · Poetry

Anaïs Nin

I have heard the beast pound
in the breath of a bird
and felt in its feathers the fire.
I have hated with passion
the gathering herd
and the weight of its common desire
Ah, but no rest for weary terrestrial wings
in beating oppressive air
they long for the strength
of celestial things
like the essence of myrrh in her hair.

Anaïs Nin

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