By Eloise Klein Healy
Let my music be found wanting
to yours (as it must)
let me be found loving
(as you were)
extravagantly the beautiful
let me find you
and the song (forever)
in these terrible times
Eloise Klein Healy, “The Lyric In A Time of War” from The Islands Project. Copyright © 2007 by Eloise Klein Healy. Reprinted by permission of Red Hen Press.
Source: The Islands Project (Red Hen Press, 2007)
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