“Memory Mémoire I Bright water; like the brine of childish tears, the whiteness of women’s bodies against the sun; silken mobs of pure lilies of banners under walls that a virgin girl defended once. Angel’s play;—No… the swift gold… — translated by Dennis J. Carlile Copy Share Image
“Memory Mémoire I Bright water; like the brine of childish tears, the whiteness of women’s bodies against the sun; silken mobs of pure lilies… — translated by Dennis J. Carlile Copy Share Image
