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Michael Harlowonline works |
Herr Groddeck in a letter to his lady arriving in the post There are letters witty with invitations to address the play of children And a lean cat at vespers, patient as a nightsong, who rubs against my door What does it matter if I stay awake all night If the chairs in my house are broken If suddenly I see Judas at the window embracing a length of rope What does it matter if ‘I do not have a title but there are people who love me’?
From Vlaminck’s Tie (Auckland/Oxford UP, 1985) |
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