“Still In the fall, I believe again in poetry if nothing else it is a movement of the mind. Summers ball together into sticky lumps, spring evenings are glass beads from one mould for standard-size youth, winter a smooth heaviness,… — Jaakko A. Ahokas Copy Share Image
“Still In the fall, I believe again in poetry if nothing else it is a movement of the mind. Summers ball together into sticky… — Jaakko A. Ahokas Copy Share Image
