Eve Tushnet
Evening after evening, embassies
drift over, distilled
from thoughts,
hard as kings, hard as night,
into the hands of the grief-
constables:
–Celan (excerpt)
Evening after evening, embassies
drift over, distilled
from thoughts,
hard as kings, hard as night,
into the hands of the grief-
constables:
–Celan (excerpt)
Ad-Free & Subscriber Log-In