Krisak, Len

Len Krisak Counting Pentecosts The gifted dove looks down on us in flames; A present fire, it condescends with words: Its true love burns-the lyrics of a song. Twelve torches flicker from the...

...Twelve torches flicker from the breath-blown bird, And we must speak about the earth bumt-tongued And branded to un-Babel all its names...

Vol. 109 • June 1982 • No. 11

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