The New Yorker @NewYorker
“I wept when you said that to be here is sacred—I wept in agreement— and also I wept because each next day is Juliet waking, yet taking her for dead when she looks so dead—a mistake who wouldn’t be forgiven for making—” A poem by @natalieshapero. https://t.co/7QmYZZdpP1 — PolitiTweet.org