there are a thousand years of peasant women dancing behind me singing roughly swaying with sun cracked faces dirt hard hands hands that knead the loamy earth dark and thick as lovers' hair hands raised naked toward the downpour unprotected from the holy water unprotected from the earth's song dancing deep dancing long I am the daughter of the daughter and there are a thousand years of peasant women dancing behind me © 1985 J.L.Stanley

Daughter of Bohemia