Atsuko Fujii
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| ATSUKO FUJII |
Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn. Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes! Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass. A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son !
(James Joyce)
With joy and grief
My heart is torn. Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes! Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass. A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son !
(James Joyce)
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