The Ever-Patient Woman by Andree Chedid
In the flowing sap In her growing fever Parting her veils Cracking out of her shells Sliding out of her skins
The ever-patient woman Slowly gives herself life
In her volcanoes In her orchards Seeking solidity and measure Clasping her most tender flesh Straining every fine-honed fiber
The ever-patient woman Slowly gives herself light.
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