MORNING POEM Sometimes, like a plume of smoke rises somehow from nowhere, appears suddenly on the white sheet the first words, a new poem: dewdrops glittering on
THE SOLUTION After the uprising of the 17th June, The Secretary of the Writers’ Union Had pamphlets distributed on Stalin Avenue Stating that the people Had forfeited the
PEACEFUL PANORAMA On the other side of the window a garden with orange trees Intoxicating the perfume of the blossoms No people no cars a cloudless heaven Only
