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    Green chasm

    Into this chasm, many fell, It’s gaping wide! My time will come and I, as well, Will go one night. And all that struggled, shone, rejoiced Will be ensnared – My emerald eyes, my gentle voice, My golden hair. Your daily bread will come. You’ll live Without a pause. And everything will be – as if I never was! Like children, changeable in mood, And sometimes brash, I loved it when the firewood Would turn to ash. The cello, cavalcades, the bell In village square… – Without me, who lived, as well, Among you there! From all – I never knew just when To say enough, – I now demand…

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    Red obsession

    After years of wisdom During which the world was transparent as a needle Was it cooing about something else? After having vied with returned favours squandered treasure More than a red lip with a red tip And more than a white leg with a white foot Where then do we think we are?                                                                                     Paul Eluard Photo: Natalie Sladkova

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    So real and Surreal

    We two take each other by the hand We believe everywhere in our house Under the soft tree under the black sky Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire In the empty street in broad daylight In the wandering eyes of the crowd By the side of the foolish and wise Among the grown-ups and children Love’s not mysterious at all We are the evidence ourselves In our house lovers believe                                                                          …

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    The field romance

    A walk on a spring morning is better than an eighty-mile ride in a hopped-up car, you know why? Because it’s full of flavors, full of a lot of things growing. You’ve time to seek and find. I know, you’re after the broad effect now, I suppose that’s fit and proper. But you got to look at grapes as well as watermelons. You greatly admire skeletons and I like fingerprints; well, and good. Right now such things are bothersome to you, and I wonder if it isn’t because you never learned to use them. If you had your way you’d pass a law to abolish all the little jobs, the…