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Spitting poison and frothing at the mouthHe spits, snorts and spluttersAnd writes that I am a butcherA yid and bolshevikJewboy, bacillusA baboon and a SkamandriteThat I sell out the FatherlandThat I…
Over and over, yes, over and over,
I shook the pinions of my anger,
Again and again you broke faith with me,
And I stormed at your crop of iniquity.
But over and over, and over and over,
Your songs…
I am a circus lady
And dance among the daggers
Set in the arena
With their points erect.
My swaying, lissome body
Avoids a death-by-falling,
Touching, barely touching the dagger blades.
Holding…
The first man, Adam, lies in the grass,And spits at a passing cloud,Humbly, the cloud says, “Adam,Please, would you cut that out.”But Adam sticks out his tongueAnd says to the…
Eagle! Eagle on your hilltops, eagle flying o’er your hills!
Slow and buoyant—it seems a moment—only floating as it wills;
Floating, sailing through blue seas, hearing notes of sung delight
Filling…
Fabius Lind’s days are running out in blood.
Red serpents of failures empty his veins.
In his head—white muddy stains. Confusion.
And a heavy load on his heart.
He could have . . .
He could have . .…
I lived, but as for living I was shiftless in my life,
knew always I’d be buried here when all was done,
that year layers itself upon year, clod on clod, stone on stone,
that in the chill and wormy…
With a violin in the alley grandfather and son disappeared.
Again the night was closed. Oh, speak, please speak!
I who grew up with all your stones,
I knew—like confession, they too would break.
St…
After the war the world seemed vast, unknowable and boundless. However, my mother went back to living in the world as best she could, happily, for she had a happy nature. Her spirit could never grow…
[Gordon and Zhivago were on their way home in the evening. The sun was going down.] In one village [they passed through] they saw a young Cossack surrounded by a crowd…