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Vandal Poem of the Day: September 24, 2019

 by Gleb Shulpyakov
 
my inner wall keeps silent;
a shadeless window or lamp
burns at the very edge—
from here it’s hard to make out,
I can just hear creaking stones
brick muttering to brick
pull me closer
—my wall keeps silent, and I am still
from Letters to YakubFind more by  Gleb Shulpyakov at the library
Copyright © 2014 Gleb Shulpyakov

Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in Gleb Shulpyakov Poems

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