The hill girl wakes

The hill girl wakes – poem

Phebe Davidson

all night in my sleep it was raining all night it was raining my sleep

the broad hills are swollen with darkness the river runs after the rain

the cattle are sleek with the morning the cattle are sleek with the light

the shapes of their backs will be fish in the river

more graceful than fish in the sea

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