My friends are becoming shyer
alone in my neglect
I’ll hang around Razezzhaya
and Zagorodny Prospekt.
With incoherent sorrow
over a woman in my life… 81 more words
Around the rim of the extinct volcano,
Filled by a lake, all are sleeping.
Swans and drakes and ducks.
The embracing gulls are grouped together… 178 more words
I am persecuted by verbs,
they are so insubstantial and bare:
both at heels and by my side
they seize me, grab me by the elbow, 100 more words
To bend down after mosquitoes,
burn damp firewood in the oven,
sleep covered by someone else’s overcoat.
And when through the dewy incense
the angel of the dawn looks in the window– 137 more words
Something else shows through and time goes round the side
but anyone is slandered by their photo just the same:
these girls-teenagers-women who used to be me… 103 more words