The Bonifratrian Hospital (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
having chosen exile, madness, obliviontheir striped clothes fadedfaces palethey sleep so heavilythe hospital garden is still empty, wind sweepsthe dust, ...
having chosen exile, madness, obliviontheir striped clothes fadedfaces palethey sleep so heavilythe hospital garden is still empty, wind sweepsthe dust, ...
Such white December city, -High sugar belfries.Windows with silver birds.And trees - like snow wormwoods against the high clouds...Such a festive ...
THE ADDRESS. Where's Friendships Residence? To what unknown New Planet--World is That rare Phoenix flown? Great, and Good GOD! Who ...
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