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Old Karamazov
Young Karamazov – once upon a time
Strolled dreaming through the happy hopes of youth
And surely wondered about spring and love
Wrote clumsy verse, perhaps, for a pretty girl
Then fell unfortunately into fashion:
The acquisition of proud vanities
Through the disposition of dreams and souls
Until he was only an old man who
Sat brooding through the bitter schemes of age
Old Karamazov – lost upon a time
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Friday, March 13, 2015
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
News From Russia
Lawrence Hall
News from Russia
The Brothers
Karamazov, Book II
There was little news from Russia today
At the monastery the late liturgy
Was over around eleven or so
The faithful crossing themselves as they left,
Mostly poor folk, walking to their homes for lunch
And then back to work.
They hardly noticed
A party of their betters strolling about
Reading tombstones, giggling about the quaint monks
Waiting to see a reed swaying in the wind
There was little news from Russia today
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