The following excerpt comes from the blog Via Negitiva - found in my blog list at the side.
"The author is Naomi Shihab Nye, and the line comes from her poem “Jerusalem,” in Red Suitcase.
Jerusalem” is too long to quote in its entirety, but it ends:
There’s a place in my brain
Where hate won’t grow.
I touch its riddle: wind, and seeds.
Something pokes us as we sleep.
It’s late but everything comes next."
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