Elegy (Carolyn Forche Poem)
The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour the bottle in your coat half voda half ...
The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour the bottle in your coat half voda half ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
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