*** The windows were tearing up From the tiresome rain, The trees in the landscape Shadowed themselves in a grey haze. Clouds, jostling aimlessly, Swept from the north-west, Dragging the…
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Poetry *** I gazed and gazed into the whale-sized well, Besieged by arc-shaped spaces along the walls I stood in awe: the bottom - at the ground-floor - the “дно”…
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*** Your winding sentences fly through my ears, Unending stream of stars - the tapestry of vowels, My eyes are asked to sing the pauses of your mouth My hand is…
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21.06.2026 To my wheat *** Mowing hay side by side with the farmers, In the solstice breeze, goldest day, quite mead, Musing back to Tolstoy’s country hamlet, Where seas consisted…
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*** I blur the forest’s contours, The trees lose their shape, The trunks turn to Stravinsky’s “Le Sacre du Printemps”. Snapped heads and twisted forearms Oaks, hornbeam, beech and spruce…
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*** Was a wonderful winter once. Perhaps the warmest of times. A white wonderland waltz, With temperatures negative 35, With no scarfs, no gloves, no thoughts, Their first kiss in…
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