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 ...
endless corridorsthe convent's interior gardenworn stairsdoors, white wardsnumbing coldfetters the feet, the handspersistently hiddeneyes full of fearwith my last ounce ...
o Pan's flute! you call to mein the middleof the nineteenth centuryI am so happyfamiliar, comfortablethings: a straw haton a ...
o the poverty of holidays, the sadness of holidaysthe shiningwindowsin the emptying street, wetflags, torn and rentby the wind, rustling ...
summer - enclosed in a semi-dark cuplocked with nine locksscribbled on graph paper squaresin a quick hand, chicken scratch, you'd ...
my grandmother's monogramon the old-fashioned linen tableclothhemmed with a crocheted borderbleached and starched - like ice,my grandmother used to say, ...
a flowering garden,in Vienna, could there reallyhave been such a placea peaceful afternoon, the end of summera few red hollyhocks, ...
That samenarrow white road through the forestspreading trees, summer, and beyond the benda lake, water calm and deepa losthome, returnedin ...
even my hands are restlessladen with stiff laundrytaken from the clotheslinehere in a small townit can't bethat in your life ...
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