“This is the easy time, there is nothing doing.I have whirled the midwife’s extractor,I have my honey,Six jars of it,Six cat’s eyes in the wine cellar,Wintering in a dark without windowAt the heart of the houseNext to the last tenant’s rancid jamand the bottles of empty glitters —Sir So-and-so’s gin.This is the room I have never been inThis is the room I could never breathe … Continua a leggere Svernare