Andromeda: Found in translation — another way into poetry
I tend to emerge from sleep after a series of fretful, boring, or forgettable dreams, mentally muttering a list of the day’s anxieties or errands. This morning, I woke thinking these words: “We fell out of love/as if from an airplane crash.” Then: “We departed from love.” No: “We exited/emerged from love.” Then: “No, even […]
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