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this Esdras went up from Babylon as a scribe
bent writing, assiduous pen in hand,
radicalism is not your mistake
for them many living on the earth
our psaltery is laid down on the land,
expound, expound, the vinestocks lie untended
as for us & of art & art, you have expressed, beauty
I conducted you through & sea, at the beginning
as if by you requested I shall not hear
intention of the blower is critical to hearer
in shul & bes-medresh we occupy these text
the woodcarving tradition which delivers
in order not to break the second command
the input viewpoint takes truth ignorant & in disguise;
fair reader’s desire of the girl’s capital
Kropotkin settled with a sense of ease in silence
an imperial world’s population change
the schizoid character of Russian society
& masquerade of revellers; you will carry out to Purim
sound of blows began the dream of Vera
Białystok from London on the reading & critique of Talmud
the café is the universities from the ghetto
bay mir bistu sheyn, to me are you
my dear Vladimir Ilyich, forgive that I do not address you as comrade,
the Russian peasant family alone
Gleb Oospensky in his suspicion stood alone
no wise ruler the shepherd of his flock?
for me & not only for me in those days
to suffer silence is to suffer as a fool
the first edition of Leviathan
I saw you cry like a ship ready to sail
the ground is fully prepared for insurrection
seem to recognise that part of the workers
a parable is told of warring tribes:
here it is, finally got here, the best flour!
ah, pessimist, you do not know the people
for the passéists between we, great Apollo
we threw downward from tsar & kow-tow to these
number me the things that have not yet been
at 3.15 soldiers, investigators & officials
pursuant to the instructions of Superintendent Offley
there are differences between countries in the world of multiple classes
I no longer believe in the accuracy of my own
greasy light of the cellar steps, sweat
at last it has come to this: bread, dust, the artillery
there is the cool consolation where as for me
but as the flesh fell from his face
blindly believing concrete truths, absolute & release
never rise the dreamers on desires of the fathers
that she came to me in my captivity
each morning I go down to breakfast hoping
it is not breaks the second instruction
long noble massage of hands brow
the bone is pulled out, the eye which is dented atrophies,
