Trafika Europe 13 - Russian Ballet

Maria Stepanova For the red brick body, For the taut trumpet of life. And if I didn’t want to die, I’d be long laid in my grave.

But the doves go flying up all at once And make low circles, rumbling, And it’s as if bushes are growing up, Covering up my shoulders. And for the bypasser’s glance I’m Dressed up and stripped naked, For myself I’m both a mother and wife, For myself both a fence and a grave.

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