By John Hamel, Translated from Yves Bonnefoy
Bramble, you say, the word bramble / And there comes to my mind those boats hung up in seaweed, / Which on summer mornings children drag / Through blackened tidal pools with cries of joy.
Read MoreBy John Hamel, Translated from Yves Bonnefoy
Bramble, you say, the word bramble / And there comes to my mind those boats hung up in seaweed, / Which on summer mornings children drag / Through blackened tidal pools with cries of joy.
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