oh absalom my son my son
oh absalom my son my son
by Lucille Clifton
even as i turned myself from you
i longed to hold you oh
my wild haired son
running in the wilderness away
from me from us
into a thicket you could not foresee
if you had stayed
i feared you would kill me
if you left i feared you would die
oh my son
my son
what does the Lord require
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Poetry
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