Christine D Haen Biography

Earth which I breathe in the heavy night,
earth for hunger, earth for thirst;
my soft warm breast is filled with blood,
my lungs are clogged with earthen air.
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When Time was, we sat and talked, so long as time was;
about death. Time had it all, makes time, of time
there is ever more. You are a little baby, now your
little voice still cries, you've only just arrived.
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Yet coiledroundabout Night with elastic galactic body

The dark duration
Now evening spreads; light still falls
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Rasstrelyan Ogloblin Pron
They shot Ogloblin Pron
S. Yesenin, ‘Anna Snégina'

Foaming green foliage, brown earth, mountains, water,
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He plunged head first into the dust, bone snapped in half,
the arm torn from the body, he fell backwards,
the head hung by the skin, the blood-warm spearhead,
killing his daylight, piercing him below the ear.
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