Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.98

From Email:	Required Email Address Not Valid.
To Email:	Email Address Not Valid. Required
Subject	Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem	Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. Night opens to the storm, a mauve coupling, swollen. The sky, laden like a merchant ship, throws off its anchor. Danger, heavier each instant, exudes the mugginess of a greenhouse. Shimmering like mercury The Valley of the Seven Muses breathes mist through its gray nostrils. The valley of has rejoined the night, two humid females the storm penetrates. And I, standing here in the anxious wind, I wait for the tearing apart.
	Type the characters you see in the picture Required