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Title

one great loaf

Year

1965

Archive ID

65-36

Medium

Serigraph

Width

23"

Height

17"


Transcribed Text

And I begin to be in death. And you - no swans for guides, no gingerbread house No metamorphosis or curse attending, but a plain country road and smoke going up like no one's hope. But hope, a human at hope's end, knocks, listens, this side or that, a door. Possible, the sing-song goes, probable, not yet, and sesame. When I pass into your lives or you in mine, the still life trembles - still birth or quick? God knows. We know only in loss. My son lies like an oak recumbent, not yet rotten of whom a house is made. People and children I stand here breaking a loaf to beggar men, hearing the whine of ineffectuals, hearing like the pulled bow of the universe, the tide and fury - Paul said--Broken Bread, a broken house-- one great loaf, rent and eaten, RESURRECTION. from To the Women of Immaculate Heart, a poem and no persuasion Mary speaks Good Friday night Daniel Berrigan guts people like us


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