“Be my lover between two wars waged in the mirror, she said. I don't want to return now to the fortress of my father's house. Take me to your vineyard. Let me meet your mother. Perfume me with basil water. Arrange me on silver dishes, comb me, imprison me in your name, let love kill me.”
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Unfortunately, it was Paradise: Selected Poems
This book is a compilation of poems that delve into the complexities of human emotions, particularly focusing on the experiences of loss and the yearning for a paradise lost. The poems are thought-provoking and deeply emotional, offering readers a glimpse into the author's introspective world. more
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