Saturday, August 23, 2014

a strange tale (Viktor Tsoi)



Viktor Tsoi wall, Arbat, Moscow

at the fair

Attempt a few spins at the roulette,
endure the clamor of the crowd,
sigh at the sight of a caged bird,
stand in line for a ticket to terror.

As a lily rises in a murky pond,
so my heart yearns for you, love,
and it broadens itself into a wheel
for you to ride till your return.






Sunday, August 17, 2014










I wasn't in this poem,
only gleaming pure pools,
a lizard's tiny eye, the wind
and the sounds of a harmonica
pressed to not my lips.

--Adam Zagajewski

The mountains held up the sky like pillars, releasing plumes of pebbles, streams and silt as far as my girlish eyes could follow, and w...

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