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Midnight Salvage: Poems, 1995-1998, by Adrienne Rich (1999)

juliana brina 3 de December de 2018 0 Comments

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Midnight Salvage: Poems, 1995-1998, by Adrienne Rich (1999)
- Plaza Street and Flatbush (poem)
- A Long Conversation (poem)
- Letters to a Young Poet (poem)
- The Art of Translation (poem)

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W. W. Norton Company, 1999, 96 p. Goodreads
My rating: 3 stars

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