Trafika Europe 13 - Russian Ballet

Maria Stepanova

Then a Java motorbike red in silver In non-urgent spring on parquet indoors, And we live in its time, like a tribe by a mountain And the family tree on a form. When they come for it—like the bride of brides To overpraise it and exalt the clutches, To make him blindly leave the trusted perch. But I did not rush him. He lived among us. In a dwelling, without nourishments. Like a stallion in stall. Or beggar in a dosshouse. Like the extra rib—but the best—of a carcass, All round my house—all down the Caucasus.

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