Her back to me as I passed by
\nHer doorstep by her swept
\nBy a handbroom without a long handle
\nHer home lovingly kept
\nA scene that could be anywhere
\nAs it was where there I walked
\nAnd her back was to me
\nTo her when passing, not I talked
\nAnd that housewife in Knes Selo
\nHad her own worries about which to care
\nPassed by a poet she did not know
\nAs she swept her doorstep there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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