Cellmate
(To
Alex Grant who once served in a Russian Prison) By
Tatiana Pahlen A
peppy ray the first spring envoy, with
uproar peeped into the window and
aroused the jail's backyard. A
midge awakened by the blinding rays, eagerly
bites the prickly bars Scent
of a wet birch bud reaching
the limits of its heights; all
gives an excitement to weakened wings upon
the rustle of steamy dreams.
Rusty bars will open up;
the midge will unite with golden dust
to
fly toward a foggy dream, leaving
behind a forgotten past. First
written in Russian in 1982 Translated into English in May 29, 1995
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