Here too are the dreaming landscapes,
lunar, derelict.
Here too are the masses,
tillers of the soil.
And cells, fighters
who lay down their lives for a song.
Here too are cemeteries,
fame and snow.
And I hear the murmuring,
the revolt of immense estates.
Miroslav Holub, "In the microscope".
2 comments:
how delightfully disgusting!
Absolutely!, and the closer to the adjective, the truer than the adverb. I sneeze nasally-pronunciated visual adjectives.
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