To Alyce, on Her Engagement
Quiet, my tiny violins, salve
the poor chests beaten bruise-grey with grief.
May you always be so happy that it stings me.
Lexicon
lake
ond oðer swylc ut of-ferede lað…
To Alyce, on Her Engagement
Quiet, my tiny violins, salve
the poor chests beaten bruise-grey with grief.
May you always be so happy that it stings me.
Lexicon
lake
ond oðer swylc ut of-ferede lað…
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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