The thyme and thistle line does it for me.Lava and Sand
The soil I’m walking over comes
from deeper: a fire had done it in,
a stewpot had suddenly popped
and its contents streamed
out wave over wave until
it reached the water, until the sea
called it a day and struck back
with a counterwave. Stony nightblack
dreambarren land where tawny
thyme wrestles up and thistle is stitched
to every bare thing. Over this malevolence
I carry you in me,
sevenmonths deadchild, out to the sea
Hester Knibbe
translated from the Dutch by Jacquelyn Pope
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