Living In Sin (Adrienne Rich Poems)
She had thought the studio would keep itself; no dust upon the furniture of love. Half heresy, to wish the ...
She had thought the studio would keep itself; no dust upon the furniture of love. Half heresy, to wish the ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
I know you are reading this poem late, before leaving your office of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the ...
The autumn feels slowed down, summer still holds on here, even the light seems to last longer than it should ...
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