‘The Gravedigger’: A Poem by Marie Burdett
The Gravedigger I garden to acquaint myself with graves. Accompanying death with every turn, my spade exhumes pharaonic tombs, ...
The Gravedigger I garden to acquaint myself with graves. Accompanying death with every turn, my spade exhumes pharaonic tombs, ...
Thanks, Cheryl. The French poem presents what we might call "lovely language of the month" to inspire me as translator…
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Wonderful to hear this read at the Thomist Poets event this evening. A very good poem, I look forward to…
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