Waking by Sheila Wingfield

When Lazarus
Was helped from his cold tomb
Into air cut by bird-calls,
While a branch swayed
And the ground felt unsteady:
I must, like him, with all force possible
Try out my tongue again.



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1 comment:

Kavya said...

poignant..

resurrection, rebirth...or recycled optimism.