Thursday, December 16, 2010

Dear Friend: Bella Akhmadulina, Russian Poet

the dying sky in late
to see by tears
blue ghosts in silver

human hum shades
tall and shatterless glows

all the hills you climbed
and covered

droves and dwells in blue grass

come, so things, you
left behind
your footprints and the river

blasted over breasted bridge
and broken stops, it so went

gray grapes and age
rage, broken filled famine fear, revolutions

now bruises over blood is in the river

kept sinking, seeking, to be seered
red breast inside brown skin

oh heart, deep now a cave
craving, climbs candles channeled spirit
landscape mountain
desert water

wrestles 1/2 mile - life


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