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Gerard Rochford


Gerard Rochford

Poems


My Father's Hand

Paper; Silver; Golden

Ironing a Sari

April E-Mail

When

Widow


When

Gerard Rochford

When you lie down for me,

on bed or on leaves,
your arms holding me in
and no words said,

then, the world is bound,

by the marks I trace
on your body
and by the sounds you make.

When you lie down for me.


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