Reindeer \ rachel madar
Reindeer flaring with their nostrils, galloping ahead, and the air silvery by heavy-laden snowier trees. I kneading dough for cake facing the kitchen window That open to the sirocco steam, Holdings…
Reindeer flaring with their nostrils, galloping ahead, and the air silvery by heavy-laden snowier trees. I kneading dough for cake facing the kitchen window That open to the sirocco steam, Holdings…
Reindeer flaring with their nostrils, galloping ahead, and the air silvery by heavy-laden snowier trees. I kneading dough for cake facing the kitchen window That open to the sirocco steam, Holdings…
A street opens an eye looks ahead and sees: the water’s scales sways, shines. The lake Kinnereth’s scales are blinking to the street, hinting and in return it falls in…
A street opens an eye looks ahead and sees: the water’s scales sways, shines. The lake Kinnereth’s scales are blinking to the street, hinting and in return it falls in…
rachel Madar, Ho Me O Sta, Poems, iton 77 * Very early it was, I trod and shed my dress. It dragged behind crumbled like exfoliation. Naked and erect I…