To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night. — Grace Paley, Fidelity: Poems
To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night. — Grace Paley, Fidelity: Poems
To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night. — Grace Paley, Fidelity: Poems
To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night. — Grace Paley, Fidelity: Poems
To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night. — Grace Paley, Fidelity: Poems
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To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night.

— Grace Paley, Fidelity: Poems
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