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MORTAL by LAURA RIDING

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First Line: THERE IS A MAN OF ME THAT TILLS
Last Line: I THINK THERE'S NO WAY OF MAKING ANYTHING MORE THAN A MORTAL OF ME.
There is a man of me that tills.
There is a woman of me that reaps.
One is true
And one is fair.
Scarce I know where either are.

But I am seed the man should give
And I am child the woman should bear
And I am love
That cannot find them anywhere.

Father and mother and God and my shadowy ancestry --
I think there's no way of making anything more than a mortal of me.



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