Sat
Jun
27
dont they really have
Don’t they really have
in the land where she has gone
such things
as crows?
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thick necked, shiny, the color of young charcoal,
rarely alone,
feeding on the ground and eating almost anything,
flapping methodically in a way that is rarely broken by glides,
and living with their fledglings
in the deep recesses of thickets and trees,
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and miserable evenings,
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and loneliness?
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adapted from a translation by ak ramanujan from the medieveal tamil anthologies
