Lot’s Feud
Luisa Futoransky
1972
At the time for words, father, my adonai, leave it in my hands, the
shame that I don’t feel, and assign to me the job of justification,
what they call history.
The fact is that every land has its favorite fruits and here it is not
rice that sprouts, wheat or coffee that flowers, nor are there gold,
metals, or gems to covet, but there never was or…
Please login or register for free access to Posen Library
Already have an account?