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For her to have such a slender neck For her wrists to bend like flower stems For her eyes to be so clear and direct Her back so straight Her head so high With such a natural glow on her forehead It took successive generations of slaves With stooping bodies and patient rough hands Serving successive generations of princes Still a bit coarse still a bit crude Cruel greedy and conniving It took an enormous squandering of life For her to be That lonely exiled aimless perfection Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen |
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