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Anatoliy Chernat Poem
Even then, as herds of winds pastured on boundless water; -
Even then, as mountains began to shake, the earth cracked, and by the rough, sharp as swords blades of grass
various monsters started crawling -
- Clouds, carefree clouds played on the sun. Delicate babish forms! - sophisticated
outlines! - who needed them?
The savage, who ate up raw meat, watched them for a long time with incomprehensible eyes
and unknowingly sniffed a flower that was like a thistle.
by Pavlo Tychyna
in "Instead of sonnets and octavs"
http://www.yuryzavadsky.com/tychyna/zsio.html
Copyright © Anatoliy Chernat | Year Posted 2018
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