Tung-Hui Hu

The Sunday Poem: Tung-Hui Hu

        Early Winter, After Sappho   Some say the air of early winter moving through windows. For some, black ships coming towards the city are the quietest sounds on earth. But I say it is with whomever one loves. And very easily proved: when we are trying to [...]

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