Nobel per la letteratura a Louise Glück

The Night Migrations This is the moment when you see againthe red berries of the mountain ashand in the dark skythe birds’ night migrations. It grieves me to thinkthe dead won’t see them–these things we depend on,they disappear. What will the soul do for solace then?I tell myself maybe it won’t needthese pleasures anymore;maybe just […]

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