Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

a gilded mote on blue velvet—

I mean /this,/ our great earth.
I mean /this,/ our great earth.
I mean this, our great earth.
This earth will grow cold one day,
This earth will grow cold one day,
not like a block of ice
not like a block of ice
or a dead cloud even
or a dead cloud even
but like an empty walnut it will roll along —Nazim Hikmet, translated by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk
but like an empty walnut it will roll along
—Nazim Hikmet, translated by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk

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