At Home

The world is wild,
And it is a stormy world—how the stars burn!
How the sea rages!

Every atom is fighting for itself: in tempest and fire!
Tameless and wild!

But I too am wild: real child of this gypsy Mother …
And so at home, at home in the blast of the embattled hours …
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