Aleksandra Polyakova

I live on the shore of a volcano
Every day I give birth to a child,
And in the wet silt of heaven I plant
The seeds warmed in the palms
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Santiago, Chile, te amo,
Flow of piano keys,
Volcanic Indian blood,
Echoes of сatholic prayers
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In five years, took an iron can from a fire,
Crying was forbidden, you endured holy pain.
The pain grew up like your sister,
Like a twin who is always with you.
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I'm sitting at the police station
I am writing a statement: find the killer of love.
Find him and whoever he is
I know that he was coming.
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In the flying knives houses
Grow red flowers.
Once you will ask for ruth,
Once you, once you.
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The fragile star will disappear,
Will pour hands with its pollen,
In the backyard of the world will sprout
Seeds of grass sorrow.
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I remember a word from the maze of letters
Impossible as a jump to the sun,
Like a tight bow
For a child who is less than two,
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The ringing of Zanzibar, roar of giant cicadas,
Day bewitched into on a heavy wet night.
The rustle of bushes and kitchen fumes
Here is the temptation of magic, white daughter.
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