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 few old photographs from among thosewe would look at on Sundaystogether with my grandmother, taking one at a timefrom ...
a flowering garden,in Vienna, could there reallyhave been such a placea peaceful afternoon, the end of summera few red hollyhocks, ...
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