Vírgenes
by María Sanz

Translated by Lola Hidalgo-Calle and Mark Putnam I never enter, I surrender to its noble narrowness of winters without escape with braziers in the background. The dawn’s scattered clouds remain vigil, wearing wandering blond lace to bent embroidere. When it gets dark, I look at every cloak of rain whose braiding thread still stands over … Continue reading Vírgenes
by María Sanz