Peace
In weary circles a sick fish hovers In a pond surrounded by grass. A tree leans against the sky - burned and bent. Yes... the family sits at a large table, Where they peck with their forks from the plates. Gradually they become sleepy, heavy and silent. The sun licks the ground with its hot, poisonous, Voracious mouth, like a dog - a filthy enemy. Bums suddenly collapse without a trace. A coachman looks with concern at a nag Which, torn open, cries in the gutter. Three children stand around in silence.
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"In weary circles a sick fish hovers..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Lichtenstein delivers a powerful performance in "Peace"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...