My face is round and
yep the moon is too.
That's why it is my
mum. One violent night
I tumbled like a
spinning marble through
the bursting sky and
gleaming comet-bright
I came to be alive.
This is the Earth
and all around the
land is bright with living.
The Earth is great.
There's death but lots of birth.
The birds are
patching nests. The soil is giving.
Inside my mind there
is a lot of space.
At night I dream the
planets roll around
my burning bulk and
fearless rockets race
into my mouth. I
laugh and stars are drowned.
One dawn a sharp new
moon will shear through my
belly and through
the world and mum will die.
AW
Rythme, 1938, Sonia Delaunay
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