Five poems by Alisa Velaj

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HRABAL*

It’s so cold that breaths are freezing up,
pigeons are numb under roofs,                                                                                                          the mist o’er the snow mums in unbroken silence…

One bygone February, in Prague,
Hrabal had a vision of the most peaceful season,
while trying to feed the poor pigeons…
Then…cherubim simphonies blasted from heavens!

Hrabal     Hrabal     Hrabal                                                                                             …

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