This is the kind of Friend you are . . .
Without making me realize
My soul’s anguished history,
You slip into my house at night,
And while I am sleeping,
You silently carry off
All my suffering and sordid past
In Your Beautiful
With permission, translation by Daniel Ladinsky
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Printed on archival paper with archival ink. Edition of 200 for each size.
|Small||11" x 14"||$150|
|Medium||24" x 36"||$450|
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