Tres Poemas de la Generación del 27
Words by Iona Blair. Art by Betsy McGrath.
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The Lakebed
In a riverless city, the promise of water is enough. My mother and I pin our hopes to each mo
Eucharist
The profound blue of Mary’s shawl sweeps under the horizon just as the glass joins start lo
Easter Weekend
When time stopped, at some point between frost on the grass and the break of summer, there was a
