Verse:
Murawski, Elisabeth
Elisabeth Murawski An Address Enemy, this is the house of anger that survives, lit by a stand of birches. Enter, because it is so hard for me to keep you out, maintain the gulf. Come and be at...
...Different as it is, let us make note of this embrace...
...Stay with me beneath the orange and white birches.rches...
...Characters change, their velocity, the literal desire to grasp and consume falls away...
...It is not a matter of looking the other way as you go on too long seeking to repair the theory by which you destroy...
...At last you sink down through the stories of my heart to where we can both dissolve...
...Come and be at home in the fire that stirs your name, the luminous tongues...
Vol. 110 • May 1983 • No. 9
