December 2011
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Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees...
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Sylvia Plath, ‘Crossing the Water’.
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I borrow the silts of an old tragedy.
The truth is, one late October, at my...
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Sylvia Plath, ‘Electra on Azalea Path’.
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The poet imitates the voices of birds.
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Zbigniew Herbert, trans. Alissa Valles.
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the white goddess →
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As a popular religious tradition it all but flickered out at the close of the...
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Robert Graves, The White Goddess.
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