How can you bear to look at the Neva?
How can you bear to look at the Neva?
How can you bear to cross the bridges?
Not in vain have I been known as the grieving one
Since the time that you first came to me.
The black angels' wings are sharp,
Judgment Day is coming soon,
And raspberry-colored bonfires bloom,
Like roses, in the snow.
1914
Raspberry-colored bonfires in the snow -- now that's good.
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1914 now that is good
Weird to think of my grandparents birthing my parents in that decade and their anathema to any of what arose out of these sorts of spirits.
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