August 11, 2012

The Site

after Mandelshtam

Why am I trailing you,

now through a pine-wood, now

through the words I write,

going nowhere fast?

There’s a gypsy encampment on the steppes,

newly moved in—sharp fires gone

by morning; the stamped ash

surrenders no clue or forwarding address.

I am in the pinewoods, trailing you.

There you were, like memory, a shackle.

Cling to me, you said.

Voronezh, January 1937


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  1. Sue

    Love it.

    11 Aug 2012, 12:41

  2. mike

    Wow,The Poetry is very wonderful! It is helpful for me in writing.[http://www.ehermeshandbagshop.com/blog Mike Blog]

    05 Nov 2012, 03:51


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