Abstract
Publish in ISSUE 52.0: TOIL, Cordite Poetry Review, 2015. First few lines: What a strange species is the species angel. When I was born I heard them say "Angel", "Angels", or other names. "Spikenard", "Iris". Foam that grows on branches, the most delicate porcelain increasing all by itself. Spikenard. Iris. And in the dogs' eyes, too, there are angels...
Original language | English |
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Place of Publication | Carlton South, Vic. |
Publisher | Cordite Poetry Review |
Edition | Issue 52 |
Size | 1 poem |
Publication status | Published - 2015 |
Keywords
- poetry
- translating and interpreting