High Prose Poem by Lev Brekhman

High Prose



Joyce Carol Oates's wispy legends.
Reading and reading, I sink...
Tragedies, happiness, sex to no end.
Really author, who thinks…
Music of words, music of thoughts -
Whose is she, Devil or God?
Hope her Master, whoever He is,
Gives her the deathlessness-lease.

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