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Winter by Adrienne Rich

Dead, dead, dead, dead. A beast of the Middle Ages stupefied in its den. The hairs on its body—a woman’s— cold as hairs on a bulb or tuber. Nothing so bleakly leaden, you tell me, as a hyacinth’s dull cone … Continue reading

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