Over my blanket - translucent but heavy, a bronze blizzard happens - the bell voices are ringing the drawings, the fragments of cosmos. No, not the couvre-feu, and not for…
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**** В стране сиреневого моря листает волны кто-то всуе, страницы - в брызги, бьются буквы - и разливаются в глаза. Большая жидкая поэма подводных фьордовых долин холодно-клеверного цвета в подлунном…
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маме *** Маем - в рифму с трамваем - по городскому кольцу: От Лыковой Дамбы, сквозь Черный Пруд, вдоль по Печерской Большой, далее по Белинке до рынка Средного, вниз по…
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On May, 3 2020 the poem “I let my hands rain” was published in Modern Literature. “Modern Literature ” is an international magazine focusing on the latest trends in modern…
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On May, 3 2020 the poem “Lunch in Bologna” was published in Modern Literature. "Modern Literature " is an international magazine focusing on the latest trends in modern literature from…
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On May, 3 2020 the poem “Are we, or are we not alone?” was published in Modern Literature. "Modern Literature " is an international magazine focusing on the latest trends…
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Дорогая Мирочка Борисовна С 2005 года, года нашего выпуска, прошло 15 лет. Достаточно, чтобы ощутить значительность всего того, что происходило на Ваших лекциях и семинарах. Те счастливые моменты, когда мы…
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To O.B. *** Far from alone. A magic observed. Your outward wings took us beyond summa académica, into the woods growing on clouds, up to the lake behind the deserts,…
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*** I think about your eyes - the most Mars-like on Earth, heart-slides they cause, each - several times larger than the Solar System , dust and rocks of my…
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In Autumn 2018, the poem “Hot Snow I Am” was published in Ireland's premier fiction and poetry magazine “Crannóg”. Crannóg is a project funded by the Arts Council of Ireland…
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