Translated by Wendy Cross
Translated by Wendy Cross
She ties on her daughter's wings made notof wax, leather, eagle feathers, but ofpaper, ribbon, glue ... [+]
Colonel Mathura beckons me forward, but the balcony is a maw with a balustrade of marble teeth. The crowd devours me with their cheers. I shuffle forward to be consumed by their support. The midday ... [+]