Monday, March 28, 2016
The Rescue
In drifts of sleep I came upon you
Buried to your waist in snow.
You reached your arms out: I came to
Like water in a dream of thaw.
SEAMUS HEANEY
Thursday, March 17, 2016
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(ili Okean na kiši) (or red and green quietness)