Hope I have no happiness, and I am not free, There’s only one hope left for me: To return to Ukraine once again, And see my native land in the end, Have another look at… Continue Reading
Limits Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset,There must be one (which, I am not sure)That I by now have walked for the last timeWithout guessing it, the pawn of that Someone… Continue Reading
Dew This morning I took the dew from the broadleaf of the breadfruit tree, and washed the sleep from my eyes. I saw a bluesky. The cock crowed again and again. On such mornings, each… Continue Reading