HENRY WEINFIELD AND THE DARK DAYS
The poem gave me the chills, as if accusing me of never really having lived, of never having confronted some unstated but essential problem in my life.
Read MoreThe poem gave me the chills, as if accusing me of never really having lived, of never having confronted some unstated but essential problem in my life.
Read MoreAs it’s been ten days since the death of John le Carré, a novelist who has drawn me into the world of his concerns as few others have, I feel compelled to share this poem with you.
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