by Maureen Alsop
Saintes Femmes Au Tombeau
Were I a resting place. A place prepared for you among the many rooms: horizontal male
countries in which slender fields speak perennially and exact—but you speak of another
house. (more…)
Saintes Femmes Au Tombeau
Were I a resting place. A place prepared for you among the many rooms: horizontal male
countries in which slender fields speak perennially and exact—but you speak of another
house. (more…)