I rake the ashes

of the olive stones and I --


smell my homesickness.


Ik pook in de asEr harkt die Asche
van de olijfpitten en --der Olivenkerne und --

ik ruik mijn heimwee.er riecht sein Heimweh.

Poem H4001
Amsterdam, 2023-07-30
The PowerBook (Jeanette Winterson) - 2000
Novel, chapter "spitalfields"
Collection: Inwardings
Keyword: Home: bygone / homesickness 
Tribute to: Winterson, Jeanette 
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