ＬＧＢＴＩＱの詩人たちの英詩翻譯 しょの６６/田中宏輔２
in the yard
to make amends. How could it? I’d ask her,
mouthing the words to deaf ears, her carved veil
unmoving. Every day I crossed her path to post
the mail, sand and salt from the beach
stuck to my legs. That summer I was ten
she was exactly my size. Some days I’d balance
my feet on h
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