There was a cold
In which
A line of water across the chest risen
...
Courageous lair "might prevail"
Waking up to her your "yellow coal"
Steals a its way
...
1. And if you were to leave me for my faults
2. I'd not defend my lameness, walking halt
3. and from my trust I would elide your
...
Unspeakable. The word that fills up the
poem, that the head
tries to excise.
At 6 a.m., the wet lion. Its sewn plush face
...
I have a little dog of water
It is just a little peg
my dog of water
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SAUNA 89 (sweated by В. Шекспір)
1. And if you were to leave me for my faults
2. I'd not defend my lameness, walking halt
...
Dignified is a heartsong here
Harsh traverse of the unknown
"Better to go down dignified"
...
I ll never master the art of poetry. I
have these words: sadness and tears!
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I can t sleep for grief.
I can t sleep for longing.
I can t sleep for wanting happiness!
Mother, how will I live.
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It was at the fountain where I washed my curls,
Mother, and where I did loosen them
and me
oh lucent
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