I’d like to ask you a question, if I may.What?All these poems you’ve written and hidden—so many poems. Why?While she thought, morning broke and the birds sang in the garden. Because I could not stop.
Jeffrey Ford
I’d like to ask you a question, if I may.What?All these poems you’ve written and hidden—so many poems. Why?While she thought, morning broke and the birds sang in the garden. Because I could not stop.