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Life after Death
“In a Slavic dream, I am stroking/An old woman under the chin./Her eyes demand/Blessings I should know./She calls me her child. It is 1881./Sophia fills the sky of St. Petersburg—/The Sabbath, I’ve shaved my curls/For love of the People./Oh we who trade in truth!/I am soothing her with words/In a language I can’t speak.”—Phillip Davis […]
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