D. Nurkse

The Sunday Poem: D. Nurkse

      The Present   We made models: this is a moment of happiness, this is a maple-shaded street, its yellow median line littered with double wings: some day we might know such things in our real lives, not just in desire. We invented Cherryfield, Maine, nine pearl-gray Capes with [...]

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