My name is Solomon Levi,
the desert is my home,
my mother’s breast was thorny,
and father I had none.

The sands whispered, Be separate,
the stones taught me, Be hard.
I dance, for the joy of surviving,
on the edge of the road.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Stanley Kunitz's poem An Old Cracked Tune

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  1. Diane Muhammad says:

    This poem gets the imagination moving

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