Sonnet xxiii from The late great Blackball bridge sonnets
by Jeffrey Paparoa Holman
In the house of my body I carry that river.
In the depths of my being I’m water. My
In the depths of my being I’m water. My
body’s the home of a wandering miner
too old to go down and too tired to go on.
too old to go down and too tired to go on.
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