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C
for Child
See how her arms
now rise and fall,
See how, like wings,
they beat the air:
An arm to balance
either foot,
She moves, half-fluttering,
here and there.
And still those
motions will suggest
A different life
that's left behind
In early days, remote
and strange;
Felt in that little
unformed mind
For one short season,
after birth-
Before her feet
are claimed by Earth. |
