No map contains the dreams I keep—
Of iron towers and lovers’ sleep.
And though I died before the peace—
My words outlive the war’s caprice.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
No map contains the dreams I keep—
Of iron towers and lovers’ sleep.
And though I died before the peace—
My words outlive the war’s caprice.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
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