Ivar Ivask Poems

Those recurring chords
resonance of bells
that continuous swell
sacred rivers of sound
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As you change countries, residences, languages,
an accent remains which accentuates
your permanent condition.
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Now that is an unusual point of view.
What do you do for a living? I edit
a literary journal, global in scope.
In New York or San Francisco, I assume?
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This painter floats landscapes in the sky
like kites, without gravity,
lets them hover upside down
above ground, above the scar torn
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