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When the verdant field glass
afternoon, the trace of dawn,
and far away, the pale sky blue thoughtfully
gets close. Ash wide

When the fire off, fire doors

rises above the entrance to the cemetery stellar
then to the white candle,
quickly through the beam fluid
will fly without a butterfly.
will touch the flame with his chest,
be immersed in the hot wave.
Look, look, lay dead. 1912

Chapter Ottawa Silver City

arsenic

SIGHT GOES

turns off the light, my strength,
two invisible spears diamond
deafened ear, full
remote thunder and breath of the parental home;
nodes weakened muscle tone, as grizzled
oxen to the plow;
and no night glow
two wings behind my shoulders.

am a candle, I consumed during the party. Pick my wax
morning
this page will render,
how to mourn and be proud of,
how to share the last third of joy and die
slightly
the shadow of a roof light casual
posthumously, as
word.



Arseni reading this poem:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWLwvAdmfNQ&feature=related


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- What are you doing, little bird, on the black branch, looking around you
, restless?
Do you mean that the sling is accurate
but life is possible?

- Ah no, when they point to the deep,
not scare me. Your guesses are worse
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look askance at them.

- I fear that the cage you love,
and even the gold.
But better singing on a branch, rare
Once the flight is sung.

- Lies For eternity I'm attracted.
already know it.
Your first clue is the cruelty.
And here I am - at home.

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