Untitled #4 (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
all the fears of childhoodall the dreams of terrornightmares, the loneliness of childrenthe sense of guilta face pale as the ...
all the fears of childhoodall the dreams of terrornightmares, the loneliness of childrenthe sense of guilta face pale as the ...
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 ...
his real faceyou will have forgotten by now(you don't even knowif he is alive, or well)just a few photographs: a ...
o the poverty of holidays, the sadness of holidaysthe shiningwindowsin the emptying street, wetflags, torn and rentby the wind, rustling ...
This smell, of lipstickand powder, I adored itI can almost hear the rustleof real silk - my mother'sparty gowna golden ...
That samenarrow white road through the forestspreading trees, summer, and beyond the benda lake, water calm and deepa losthome, returnedin ...
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