Morse, My Deaf Friend [from early morning...] Poem by Miloš Đurđević
Morse, My Deaf Friend [from early morning...]
from early morning silence is everywhere, with the second step we are
knee deep in water, the river without estuary springs out beneath us,
climbs up and is already frozen, it is impossible to touch that icy crust,
it bursts forth in ever larger, wet flakes, hovers for a while and then
slides around the edge, and then it is back, and then we are standing at
this and that side of the midday alone
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