Monday, July 21, 2014

The Red Foot Comments

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Daybreak. A hut in the steppe under lanterns of snow.
My father is sick. His soul wanders off
Naked in the snow. I see its footsteps.
Days, waiting for a doctor. Suddenly — a neighing,
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Abraham Sutzkever
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Abraham Sutzkever

Abraham Sutzkever

Smorgon, Russian Empire
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