Monolog of an Effigy
When my charitable fellow-writers were burning my effigy and not poking my guts with their pocket-knives — thank God! They wasted on me their bottle of...
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I’m in a sunlit spiderweb now— Black-haired, light brown tones— People need light and sky blue air, They need bread and Elbrus’ snow. I can’t sort this out alone, And no one has any advice for me— In...
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Like Rembrandt, chiaroscuro’s martyr, I’ve gone deep into time’s numbness, The sharpness of my burning rib Protected neither by these watchmen nor By this sentry asleep beneath the storm. Forgive me,...
View ArticleMonolog of an Effigy
When my charitable fellow-writers were burning my effigy and not poking my guts with their pocket-knives — thank God! They wasted on me their bottle of...
View ArticleListen!
Listen! If stars come out at night — could it mean someone needs them? Could it mean someone wants them? Could it mean someone calls those drops of spit pearls?...
View ArticleSpiderweb
I’m in a sunlit spiderweb now— Black-haired, light brown tones— People need light and sky blue air, They need bread and Elbrus’ snow. I can’t sort this out alone, And no one has any advice for me— In...
View ArticleLike Rembrandt
Like Rembrandt, chiaroscuro’s martyr, I’ve gone deep into time’s numbness, The sharpness of my burning rib Protected neither by these watchmen nor By this sentry asleep beneath the storm. Forgive me,...
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