5 Poemas de Nancy Willard

A very still life

The night after the service, his sister appears
to him.  She is gathering her paintings
for the show her gallery promised: seascapes
like bowls of broth, moons like Camembert
wheels, chunked off and eaten.  Her life’s work!
She asks his opinion of this one, that one.
She says, “Nobody calls me.”… Leer más

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