I see broad shoulders,
a silver head,
and I think: John!
And I think: dead.
Ursula K. Le Guin
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Why is it I want to cry?
Crow, crow, tell me.
There is a shadow passing by.
The willows call me.
Why would an old woman weep?
Willow, tell me, willow.
Crows went flying through my sleep.
I cry and follow.
Ursula K. Le Guin
