Regina Derieva

On the sea-shore, smell of iodine,
and square as in Sicily, and dancing.
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All my life
I sought
an angel.
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I don't feel at home where I am,
or where I spend time; only where,
beyond counting, there's freedom and calm,
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A poem—
is just one more
scrap of paper
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Oval mirror of the sea,
age-warped isle waved and cloudy,
each angle crystalline and salty.
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Everyone, after all, was killed:
he who was crucified,
he who died without skin,
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Beyond Siberia again Siberia,
beyond impenetrable forest again forest.
And beyond it waste ground,
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It was not necessary to study
the language
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Returning to the long summer,
the golden horizons of yore,
you gave your right name, which is
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The sea casts up
what was described by you,
casts up everything,
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Only to walk to the sea of pines,
only to search for the golden fleece…
You can try to forget prison,
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I was born in the middle,
wasn't in time to die at the end.
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Asia is not in the least
as you'd imagined, but what
it imagines you to be.
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