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Fall on your face,
Carrot-haired
Long ears,
Two
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Piotr Oreshin
NOT BY HANDS CREATED
1
Drop
Mug-forward into the swamps.
With your old were-wolf's eye,
Cataract-blinded,
Look
What a blade I am!
2
Big-browed dawns,
And the darkness of forests,
Rye,
And the sheaves behind the village,—
My body.
3
Tufted with red hair,
Wag
Like asses' ears
Through the heavens!
4
Convulsed eyes—
Two
Oceans resting in me,
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