The Book Poem by Lev Brekhman
The Book
The slumber of one's mind
Is something like a death.
But - sweet, not a brine,
And - air around, not earth,
Arousing a little,
You open my book.
The death in better, ditto,
In Hell you'd better look.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: book
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