Elisabeth Frost

The Sunday Poem: Elisabeth Frost

Poet Elisabeth Frost       Monarch Those of us who survive are waiting for normal life, believing in the idea, though everybody knows from months of TV that the wait has extended impossibly, like a line in space or a rope stretched beyond all capacity. We see signs. [...]

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