Poems

The Gravemound

The Gravemound I Deep in Bielarus, set amid wasteland and marsh, Where a river flows, noisily swirling, A memorial of days fled and vanished long-past Dreams, […]

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Young Belarus

Young Belarus The free wind has sung free songs to thy name, Green woods caught them with friendly voices, The sun called with its flame to […]

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A Precise Woman

A Precise Woman A precise woman with a short haircut brings order to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, moves feelings around like furniture into a […]

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