Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Samizdat Revisted

Where one poet confesses 
To writing reams 
 
Of clandestine literature, speechless 
Others have nightmares 
 
They hand out pieces of his tongue 
And dream, dream, dream. 
 
 

2 comments:

  1. How this poem has evoked a poignant memory, of a forbidden poet's words that disappeared, and the struggle to remember them! And how to find them again...

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  2. Dream on......you have plenty of company, including me!

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