May 5, 2007 – Natalia A.

Oh the gentlemen are talking in another room, And I listen, still and silent, like the peering moon. Shadows cross the lick of light beneath my door, While their boots knock ditties on the wooden floor. Through the wall I hear them singing Of a woman who is far, Of the march of the cossacks,Continue reading “A very old and silly and sweet pseudo-poem”