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Hunger in New York City

Hunger crawls into you
From somewhere out of your muscles
Or the concrete or the land
Or the wind pushing you.

It comes to you, asking
For food, words, wisdom, young memories
Of places you ate at, drank cold spring water,
Or held somebody’s hand,
Or home of the gentle, slow dances
The songs, the strong gods, the world
You know.

That is, hunger searches you out.
It always asks you,
How are you son?
Where are you?
Have you eaten well?
Have you done what you as a person
Of our people is supposed to do?

And the concrete of this city,
The oily wind, the blazing windows,
The shrieks of automation cannot,
Truly cannot, answer for that hunger
Although I have hungered,
Truthfully and honestly, for them
To feed myself with.

So I sang to myself quietly:
I am feeding myself
With the humble presence
Of all around me;
I am feeding myself
With your soul, my mother earth;
Make me cool and humble.
Bless me.

Simon J. Ortiz


Una Risposta

  1. M2

    L’app di WP per android non ha recepito gli a capo e non consente di commentare i propri articoli.

    16 ottobre 2012 alle 3:27


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