For The Cry – Irina Ratushinskaya

For the cry from the well of ‘mama!’ For the crucifix torn from the wall, for the lie of your ‘telegrams’ when there’s an order…

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Believe me By Irina Ratushinskaya

Believe me, it was often thus: In solitary cells, on winter nights A sudden sense of joy and warmth And a resounding note of love….

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A frost-covered window By Irina Ratushinskaya

A frost-covered window! No spy-holes, nor walls, Nor cell-bars, nor the long endured pain – Only a blue radiance on a tiny pane of glass,…

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