Matthäus-Passion Twenty Eighteen

Matthäus-Passion Twenty Eighteen

Sometimes prose just doesn’t suffice. Sometimes you need poetry to wrap your head around the world. Last weekend something happened that required poetry badly. Here’s a poem for a poet. And the son sat in the mother’s lap ‘I am so tired’ he said ‘I can’t...

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