Eve Tushnet
“THIS HOUR AND WHAT IS DEAD”: An amazing poem.
Tonight my brother, in heavy boots, is walking
through bare rooms over my head,
opening and closing doors.
What could he be looking for in an empty house?
What could he possibly need there in heaven?
“THIS HOUR AND WHAT IS DEAD”: An amazing poem.
Tonight my brother, in heavy boots, is walking
through bare rooms over my head,
opening and closing doors.
What could he be looking for in an empty house?
What could he possibly need there in heaven?
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