“Love: After Neruda’s Sonnet XXXIII” by Ingrid Casey

Love: After Neruda’s Sonnet XXXIII   Florica walks behind Inspector, to home where she’s not at-home. Children’s eyes and begonias meet her here, on this threshold, waiting for her to give them chocolate, water.   Her crushed velvet skirts have followed his silver through tracts, across karst; Carpathia, Kiev, Berlin. Now here, to eternal damp […]