You needn’t bring me the stones
To build myself a cell,
You needn’t forge the iron bars for its door,
Or give me the rope to hang myself
I can do all of that and more—truth to tell,
I can do all of that and more, and do it rather well.
Poetry in Three (or more) Languages. [FOR THOSE OF YOU VIEWING THIS SITE ON A MOBILE DEVICE, PLEASE READ THE POEMS IN LANDSCAPE ORIENTATION FOR THE SAKE OF CORRECT LINE BREAKS.]
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