* * * * * Polonez: a Variation. To Z.K. 1 In your semisphere the fall season cries like a bird of prey. Beggars loose their warm quilt and mantle. Windows are ajar, angles go astray. So the center of the circle is the most concealed, at the metal. Of domes. So you give out yourself, with a feater swift and a lamp. You can't fix the nose of Frederic there at the covers of pianos. So the cropfield of someone's fund at the midnight, is damp. What is there, only the sha...

My fresh page at bookmix.ru (strictly in Russian letters!): АннаПолибинаПолански        ...It comprises feature auto-reviews for three of my Russian poetic books and a Russian prologue by Anna Send for my formerly issued poetic book, "To Reach Another Height by Pupils" (it will suffice to search for "Анна Полибина-Полански" ("Anna Polibina-Polansky") through their searching machin...