‘Rotation,’
A Poem by Dunya Mikhail
I don’t feel the rotation of the Earth, not even when I see the cities moving backward through the train’s window, one by one.Article continues after advertisementRemove Ads Not even when I return each time to the same place where birds pick up the mornings with their beaks and spread them away as new circles … Continue reading ‘Rotation,’ A Poem by Dunya Mikhail
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