Heritage Poem by Jaume Subirana
Heritage
The green of the wind among the leaves,
the hour's shadow upon the wall,
the movement she makes, as she takes off her clothes,
and the air that wraps us round, swept clean
of words like a truce:
the world is full of my things.
Translated by Anna Crowe
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
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