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“The nights he had wept next to his sleeping wife, ashamed of his hunger: the longing that his parents might come to him.”

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Book:Held
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Anne Michaels
Anne Michaels

Anne Michaels, born on April 15, 1958, is a renowned Canadian poet. Her works are known for their profound emotions and unique narrative style, which have won her a wide audience. more

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