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Articles tagged "Leo Tolstoy"

Be Quiet, Soldiers

At the Ajeerda divide, the strip of land that separates the marshes on the eastern side, east of the city of Amarah, we were gathered into deeply dug-out positions. Thousands of soldiers, dressed in khaki uniforms, we were packed together, drenched by the rain, with our helmets and weapons. We placed ourselves in various positions, small sandbags above us, their exposed sides submerged in water and mud. The mud was so deep that we sank into it up to our thighs. The rain hadn’t...

Bitte, Ich Spreche Nur Amerikanisch

                                                             For Yakov, Enrica, and Tanya I’d like to bracket these observations between two half-remembered New Yorker cartoons. The...

The Karenina Complex

Will I still be able to write the poems that I never wrote all these years of ashes and smoke? Will I still find a strand of youth concealed between the world's words without nights of tar to drown it, without thick locks to fasten the ants sketched in my thoughts by illness? If only I had a civilized technique for survival, (I hear it haunts us, it isn't a ghost, it walks around here on earth!) If only I knew how to lose my shadow on time if only I knew how to point...
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