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, ...
- I was nineteenwith flamethrowers(it was a new weapon then)from houseto houseI slippedon the stairs, hurt myself - sucha sticky ...
endless corridorsthe convent's interior gardenworn stairsdoors, white wardsnumbing coldfetters the feet, the handspersistently hiddeneyes full of fearwith my last ounce ...
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