«now we place gold in your mouth, and we place poppy and honey in your hands. Salve aeternum. / — Krasinski A gold coin in the mouth; hands full of poppy and honey: / these are the final gifts of your earthly businesses. And don’t let them incinerate me like a Roman: — / I want to tast...»
«1. / He had six fingers, my father. Across the stretch of canvas, / Bruni tutored the soft trail of his brush. / Where the Academy sphinxes have stared each other out, he would / dash in a summer jacket across the frozen Neva. / He returned to Lithuania, the cheerf...»
«My master — he disliked me from the start. / He never knew me, never saw or heard me, / but all the same he feared me like the plague / and hated me with all his dreary heart. / When I bowed my head before him, / it seemed to him I hid a smile. / When he made me cry, he thought / my ...»
«June would be clammy, January crisp; / and concrete solid, sand unstable. / For there was order. Real order. People got up and went to work. / And then they watched The Happy FeIlas / at cinemas. For there was order. In pedigrees and in parades, / political police, and apparatus, / eve...»