Peace (poem) by Adrienne Rich
Lashes of white light
binding another hailcloud -
the whole onset all over
bursting against our faces,
sputtering like dead holly
fired in a grate:
And the birds go mad
potted by grapeshot
while the sun shines
in one quarter of heaven
and the rainbow
breaks out its enormous flag-
oily, unnegotiable-
over the sack-draped backs
of the cattle in their kingdom.
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