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| May Swenson, 1913-1989 |
Question
Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen
Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt
Where can I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead
How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye
With cloud for shift
how will I hide?
The Rest of My Life
I’m the one
who’ll be with me
for the rest of my life.
I’m the one
who’ll enjoy myself,
take care of myself,
be loveable, so as to love
myself for the rest
of my life.
Arms, be strong to hold me.
Eyes, be with me.
Will you be with me
for the rest of my life?
I’m the one,
the only one,
the one who won’t leave me
for the rest of my life.
