Three prose poems by Marie Lundquist translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling
Three prose poems by Marie Lundquist translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling The nights when you practice tenderness, the air like a skin around the words. On top of the crest: the dripping udder, red currant breast, rowanberry blood, and the blush of the apples. The sun is leaping in Leo and Virgo. Such is the month of harvest,