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Reading a poem in translation is like kissing a woman through a veil.

Anne Michaels

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Anne Michaels
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: April 15
Novelist
Pedagogue
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
City of Toronto
Veils
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Kissing
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Woman
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