Tag: trees
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Autumn
Yakov (Dzhek) Gordon The sky today is a radiantpale blueand lamb-cloud white.The sun is smilingits last, sorrowful smile. Trees stand sick and bowed,hands black and dead,eyes golden-browed.Bare and toweringthey are in the dreamof their final dreaming. All night long the winds torefrom the trees their last aliveness,their last exquisiteness,and laughing wildlyand drunk with passionand full…
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Heat
Summer dear, you come home so brown so hot / You fall on me breathing heavy: what heat! / And I write about fjords – watery inlets / And believe my song will protect me