The Unplanned Poems by Vane

This is a poem of very late in his career, wrin 19 56. A particular thank you to stephen, who was some very dogged. He cottoned on to ivanov's greatness long before itid and kept omeyou took some pesiding biti yes, the lighter of the dracnes. I am going to throw in one more unplanned poem by vane. And i think he got better and better throughout his life. They make my poor head spin with boredon. The real me lives elsewhere, far to the north. Berlin, poor russian paris, filthy, nice. A dream from which i soon will find release.