[O city, city, o city, city...]
O city, city, o city, city,
To rush into your window in the ice!
As I was getting out of Bologoye... more »
Leaves, Something In My Ear You Twitter
Leaves, something in my ear you twitter
hardly audible, you whisper to my cheek, tickle,
you'll not cure my soul's deafness this way.
I'll not shed tears, remembering those nights... more »
Roasting Over A Slow Fire
'Don't touch me!' I scream at passers-by -
they do not even notice me.
Cursing the rooms of other people,
I hang about their anterooms.... more »
This, From The Diagnosis
"The children's fate doesn't bother her."
This, from the diagnosis,
rings out like a silvery clarinet,... more »