“If not immanence, the soul's bright anchor--blood passed from one to the other--what knowledge haunts each body, what history, what phantom ache? One man always low, in a grave or on the ground, the other up high, closer to heaven;… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“what knowledge haunts each body, what history, what phantom ache?” — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
