“This Bitter Language I know your streets, sweet city, I know the demons and angels that flock and roost in your boughs like birds. I know you, river, as if you flowed through my heart. I am your warrior daughter.… — Elka Cloke Copy Share Image
“And down she walked along the street, A handsome lad she hoped to meet And sore by dawn were her dainty feet But all… — Elka Cloke Copy Share Image
“This Bitter Language I know your streets, sweet city, I know the demons and angels that flock and roost in your boughs like birds.… — Elka Cloke Copy Share Image
