Poem
by Nina Cassian (b. 1924)

“And if the flesh is discontent

(in fact, crushed, torn to pieces) –

the Spirit lasts

the green alcohol

of the fruit I used to be…

Read my book

and get intoxicated

with the fragrance of my flesh.”
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