I thank you for the cucumbers
from Oredezh, your native cottage,
for coffee, Mahler, for the Splits,
that you were checking in the closing,
for Brodsky’s quotes, and for peace,
that you are carrying in your breast,
for Botanical high steeple,
and your love for the Russian people.
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