1075: Translation by Anne Spencer

Today’s poem is Translation by Anne Spencer.

The Slowdown is your daily poetry ritual. In this episode, Major writes… “The last time I camped, a wolf’s howl gave me chills; it brought me closer to some primitive ancestor. I fell asleep to fantasies of leading a pack through boreal forest. The last time I camped, I gazed on evening stars blinking their wondrous code, jeweling the dark sky.”

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Release date

Lydbog: 15. marts 2024