Miroslav Nemirov. All about poetry 165
Kublanovsky, Yuri *** Millimeter shavings months, as if from a wing Foot, in a cold Sr. Dobela. If not black nearby holes in blinding snow, would become a new tsargrad More on that shore. Crying there would be over wax hot pure, Whose healing tear A little oily. One month alone interrupted. For the future, a crown in branches Read. Where they are the response of the son, Fidelity to the subsidiary ... Lukovki of Russian wintering - The victim is evening. 1989 I did not quite understand.