Zita Consani, 27 december 2011
This idea of the child that we all are – stripped of our vanities and self-delusions – comes through strongly in my poetry.
And although I love to dip – like the bird – into the world of art and literature, I remain on the outside, rather like a girl peering into a crystal ball. It (... więcej)
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