| Open Poetry #47 |
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Yasnaya Polyana |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan
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. Amid the swirling snow— White beard a wooden cane Silver Birches . |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
The title refers to Tolstoy's estate, a nature and historical park since 1921 (so their website recounts). Somehow I doubt that snow season is tourist season there. A man of contradictions and of genius. I like your short poem here, and perhaps someday will be able to visit Tolstoy country in person. |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
I like this Juju |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Thank you both I was very Japanese as well for some reason; as the first line is intended to also be an allusion to: To be old— Now amid the swirling snow I understand: No one comes to visit me; There is no place to go. Teika Thanks again John . |
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