Poetry
Summer 2006
Hymn to the Favorite City
From the Slovenian. The ground is soaked with weeks of high water,and thieves of sanctuaries beside the lagoonare on the run, my eyes follow them.Somewhere close, a robin’s breast […]
Poetry
Summer 2006
Hymn to the Favorite City
From the Slovenian. The ground is soaked with weeks of high water,and thieves of sanctuaries beside the lagoonare on the run, my eyes follow them.Somewhere close, a robin’s breast […]