So much leans upon a tight gatepost latch as she smiles over his bare shoulder toward the haystack. Originally published in Cider Press
Translated by W. D. Snodgrass with Dona Rosu and Luciana Costea In front of my house where I live with myself An unexampled hubbub
My Love, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will recorded in my pillow. If you desire, you may