The Old Revolutionary’s Room (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
o the poverty of holidays, the sadness of holidaysthe shiningwindowsin the emptying street, wetflags, torn and rentby the wind, rustling ...
o the poverty of holidays, the sadness of holidaysthe shiningwindowsin the emptying street, wetflags, torn and rentby the wind, rustling ...
Where the yard like a sea shell guardsthe tiny graceful church,where green shutters and windows openonto the sooty snow,on the ...
IGrim and hungry both, we often talked together In an old suburban attic - remember? - just we two, While ...
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