The Garden Shukkei-en (Carolyn Forch Poems)
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this riveras a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain.She has ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this riveras a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain.She has ...
Horses were turned loose in the child's sorrow. Black and roan, cantering through snow.The way light fills the hand with ...
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