I added to myself, stone upon stone
and stood already like a little house
around which greatly day moves, even alone--
Then Mother comes, comes and tears me down.
She tears me down by giving me a stare;
she doesn't see that someone's building there.
She walks directly through my wall of stone--
How painful! My own mother tears me down.
Birds fly with greater ease around my home.
Every stray dog in town knows: that's the one--
Only she is able to ignore
my face's gradually becoming more.
From her to me good weather never came.
She doesn't live where gentle breezes reign.
She stays in her heart's remote hideaway
where Jesus comes to wash her every day.
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