“And language the false start to love it is, how unknown it is,
Leaping and flying into the cold, we breathe”
. . . . . .
Lewis' mother says we're snobs, we think only about poetry"
---Bernadette Mayer, Midwinter Day
Leaping and flying into the cold, we breathe”
. . . . . .
Lewis' mother says we're snobs, we think only about poetry"
---Bernadette Mayer, Midwinter Day
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