Poetry
Autumn 1993
Letter 3
It’s the worm inside the jumping bean that makes it race. JOHN ASHBERY You’ve always claimed you are inarticulate, and you’ve run away from discourse: you blamed it on a […]
Poetry
Autumn 1993
Letter 2
Two poems translated from the Hebrew by Shirley Kaufman Your mouth is filled with cotton-wool according to their custom, not satisfied with the dust we’ll eat soon, extractors of superfluous […]