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Summoning Spell

Apollo red crashing wall cloud
Under his eyelids mingle in
With my hair
Bind him so he doesn’t know
If it’s Monday or Friday and
Which century whether he has
Read or seen Ovid if I am
His lug his wife
Or just a cloud-animal
Clear across the sky

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Sarah Kirsch
Anne Stokes
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2013 Number 3 - Secret Agents of Sense

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Sarah Kirsch

Sarah Kirsch was born in 1935 in Limlingerode in Southern Saxony. One of Germany ’s leading contemporary poets, she received n...

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Anne Stokes

Anne Stokes has worked in the fields of German studies and English as a foreign language and now works in translation studies...

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