Your Monday Briefing

Yet soul be sure the first intent remains, and shall be carried out
O A new song, a free song
Unfolded out of the justice of the woman all justice is unfolded
Mother and Babe
O dear to me my birth-thingsall moving things and the trees where
Nor land nor man or woman without religion
Dark-brown fields uprisen
As I talk I remember all, I remember the Declaration

You Frenchwoman and Frenchman of France!
Breaking out, the eternal stars
Reach is in you this hour, and myths and tales the same
I too have felt the resistless call of myself
Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real
I too had receivd identity by my body
Noiseless as mists and vapors
Grains, esculent roots

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