Indian Summer, by Andrey Kneller The currant leaf is prickly and coarse. /
The windows in the house ring with laughter. /
There, women shred it, peppering the cloves, /
And mari...
Indian Summer, by Yuri Menis Leaves of currant feel woven and prickly. /
Laughs inside and the clinking of glass; /
They are peppering, shredding, and pickling, /
Adding clo...