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Walking Poem 2016-11-18: I weep suddenly for this melting frost on grass

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Category: Walking Poems

 

 

I weep suddenly for this melting frost on grass.
Early winter,
Tractor,
Works the field.

“Bearing other people's vulnerability - which means sharing in it imaginatively and practically without needing to get rid of it, to yank people out of it - entails being able to bear one's own." - Adam Phillips and Barbara Taylor, On Kindness

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