Markelov Vladimir

Rookie (1958 / Russia)

Return. - Poem by Markelov Vladimir

Desert all in blossom in September - -
I‘ll not meet with marvel face to face.
I shall pass out, reeling from the bounties
Of burnt, dry, and penetrating faith.

The grey thoughtful dust of rain is clinging,
Snugglin’ up to my so fuming cage…
Rustling, as a feather-grass, and grieving
At the grave-yard - - silver steppe-n-stage.

I shall peer through autumn twilight frame,
Bit by bit remember, fate has willed …
Night is fading; and disturbing flame - - is
Tossing his black mane upon the hill.


Comments about Return. by Markelov Vladimir

  • (4/16/2008 1:05:00 AM)


    To Onelia A: ...........I appreciate your opinion, thanks! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • (4/11/2008 5:57:00 AM)


    So very well penned, fine sellection of words. Enjoyed reading... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, August 21, 2009


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