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, ...
a woman of indeterminate agein the fading lighthands folded on her lapthose same daysthose same facesa current carriedon and onhair ...
a few old photographs from among thosewe would look at on Sundaystogether with my grandmother, taking one at a timefrom ...
o Pan's flute! you call to mein the middleof the nineteenth centuryI am so happyfamiliar, comfortablethings: a straw haton a ...
she wore lightlong wide dressesthe wind carried herdown streets and through parkseasily, as if through a dreamwith blossoming lindensthe thin ...
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