This poem is taken from Stand 247, 23(3) September - November 2025.
In the wake of Nelly Sachs’ enigmas
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This is an excursion to a place
where the shadows sign other contracts
They write in invisible ink
as wind combs the dune grass
you sit turned away from me
...
This is an excursion to a place
where the shadows sign other contracts
They write in invisible ink
as wind combs the dune grass
you sit turned away from me
...
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