Jeffers, Dixon, Mulvey, Skloot, Celan
The Jeffers is a kind of muted, musing, collective, “Ozymandias”? Not exactly, but it certainly took me there at the end.
A lovely selection of poems about hands.
Here's my two cents:
My hands
Are now hers
Who taught
All I needed to know
The Jeffers is a kind of muted, musing, collective, “Ozymandias”? Not exactly, but it certainly took me there at the end.
A lovely selection of poems about hands.
Here's my two cents:
My hands
Are now hers
Who taught
All I needed to know