Work by Aleksey Porvin

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    Posted in Poetry, October 2009

    Und alles schwieg… R. M. Rilke Rainer, the aural tree is stran­gled with the long body of their creak­ing soles; you won’t find honey in the flow­ers. Do you hear the hiss­ing in the for­est, scat­tered with thin tongues? Do you see the ring in the tiny scales of lan­guage? They breath you alone. Disappear, let [...]

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    Posted in Poetry, October 2009

    Sharpened with road stones, the inat­ten­tion hung over every­thing. Chop, chop, and don’t look. What’s past — lies call­ing mercy; mercy chooses a stone, so as to sharpen the soul. Don’t be afraid to call with a behead­ing ges­ture, resem­bling a raised hand: there will be no other names, no. And there are no other motions, except [...]

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