"Friend, absent one, exile, I can tell you that your tunnel is still there,
mud-walled and hallowed of earth, through which you smuggled
oranges into the city––oranges!"
--From "Letter to a City Under Siege", a poem by Carolyn Forché, written to a friend from Sarajevo
I painted this today.
mud-walled and hallowed of earth, through which you smuggled
oranges into the city––oranges!"
--From "Letter to a City Under Siege", a poem by Carolyn Forché, written to a friend from Sarajevo
I painted this today.
