Mothers A. I can lose myself between bed and mirror cot and door lamp and window I can merge with the suckling at my chest the train snoring at my side the call of the lonely magpie, still I drain into the miracle. The dark, the shadows, the moon my mind his growing mind evokeContinue reading “3 poems by Angela Costi (Aggeliki Kosti)”
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