Saturday, February 17, 2007

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"-33F"
by Iri Kaijanniemi-Kilpeläinen

The air is so cold
it cuts like a knife:

The trees are in pain.

The silent death
picks birds

like fruits

from the barren
branches,

scatters
broken eyes

on the snow.

Iri Kaijanniemi-Kilpeläinen, old enough, married enough: a Finn who gets high with music, literature & some people.

1 Comments:

Anonymous bart said...

haven't felt so stripped by sadness since reading De Palachi's 'the scorpions dark dance'. this is something.

12:46 PM  

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