Hidden Grace
(shilombish holitopa ma!)
In an old church near Broken Bow
(ishmminti pulla cha)
Men sit one side, women on the other.
(hatak ilbusha pia ha)
All men are brothers
(is pi yukpalashke.)
And like the oak we grow.
Hidden Grace
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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