I. Letter To David From Guanajuato Explaining Why I Can’t Come Back To Iowa The hand of this ciudad burns with fever. I clamp
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