Love Of People
I have
forgotten charity of self
seeing the
oval of plum lips
silence that
old monster Stalin’s
blood-thirsty
little book about the brain.
If I had in
wisdom
three Chinese
plums to eat
my poverty
would eat them.
As to the
rain, it falls unceasing
whipping the
river hungry to be whipped.
Ilya Gutner
Ilya Gutner was born in the Soviet Union
in Moscow and grew up in New York. Was for a time a PhD student in Slavic
Studies at Brown but that soon ceased to be an option. Studies philosophy now
in Shanghai, China. Google services make not of one small set of things
published with the Ottoman Estate under a collective title, Poem about how to
live; something quite childish for Boston University's Clarion magazine; and a
long silence gathering up things to say since then.
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Poetry