Russian Twentieth-Century Poetry
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Where Are the Snows of Yesteryear?
"Where are the snows of yesteryear? Where can i go to find that almost alpine snow all sacrificed so life can grow?" "The sleep walker looks into a blank black is the death beneath him, and there's no knowing where the moon's thin ledge will slide him. The innocent are executed in a universal night. Look the other way," he writes.
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