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Rose Ausländer, from Mother Tongue: Selected Poems

Mills Made of Wind

Our daily bread
comes at great cost

Mills made of wind
grind the grains of sand

Famine feeds
on the edge of a crust

Give your neighbour the love
you have never had

What is it you are seeking
in the fleeting water
Narcissus