‘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