Poems to Blok. 15. Without a call, without a word..., by Denise Levertov 15
Without a call, without a word, /
like snow softly sliding off the roof, /
can it be you’ve come back? /
Are you asleep in a cradle?
Bright...
Poems to Blok. 15. Without word, without call..., by Ilya Shambat 15
Without word, without call — /
Like a thatcher from the roof falls. /
And again, possibly, /
You come — in the cradle you lie?
You burn and...