Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер)

Beware

I closed my hands upon a moth
   And when I drew my palms apart,
Instead of dusty, broken wings
   I found a bleeding human heart.

I crushed my foot upon a worm
   That had my garden for its goal,
But when I drew my foot aside
   I found a dying human soul.

1. When You Are on the Sea
2. An Irish Blackbird
3. The Song of the Happy Man
4. A Meadow Tragedy
5. Vale

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