Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Red Star,1933 Comments

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The Arctic wind impales us without halt
and in our wounds the devil himself leers.
The star above the gulag burns like salt
until we lose all track of months and years.
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Leo Yankevich
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Vishal Sharma 13 August 2013

a wow poem love it heartly

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Farrell, Pennsylvania
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