It seems like I am back to the sonnet. I can't remember when or where I read this poem before, which is a curious sort of blanking to me. But I'm sure I have, that wonderful, startling, fairytale image of the carriage wheels is to particular for me to have imagined it on my own.

Miniature -- Yiannis Ritsos
translated by Kimon Friar

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