{"id":3412,"date":"2013-03-09T18:17:18","date_gmt":"2013-03-09T17:17:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetamatusel.wordpress.com\/?page_id=3412"},"modified":"2013-03-09T18:17:18","modified_gmt":"2013-03-09T17:17:18","slug":"bits-of-poetry-for-betsy","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/?page_id=3412","title":{"rendered":"Bits of Poetry for Betsy"},"content":{"rendered":"

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THE PENCIL SHARPENER<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Boston, Mass.<\/em>” Or, at least, thereabouts…
\nFind it strange that this rusty contraption
\nshould remind me of you, where you are? <\/p>\n

It was easier for you, who were leaving
\n(you said it yourself weeks ago),
\nthan for us, who were staying, once more. <\/p>\n

You, returning to Richard, your country,
\nto New England – the old one behind you –
\nto a peace here in London unknown. <\/p>\n

But, awaking some days in the silence,
\nand awaiting a knock on your door,
\nspare a thought for this knuckle <\/p>\n

– redundant. <\/p>\n

 
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\"\"<\/a> PoetaMatus\u00e8l reads
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\u0421\u043f\u043e\u043a\u043e\u0439\u043d\u043e\u0439 \u043d\u043e\u0447\u0438<\/strong>     (Spakoynay nochi) <\/p>\n

Or: No more Russian goodnights<\/em> <\/p>\n

Your departure has been like a death.
\nYour room, empty now, cold and hostile,
\nas if also resenting your loss.
\nThere is in the flat like a chill,
\nnobody knits on the sofa, no more
\nmerely whispered goodnights.
\nEven the birds are so quiet, I feel
\nsure that you would approve.
\nLike my father, who sits in the greenchair<\/em>,
\nI expect I shall see a lot of you,
\nwho will either be quietly smiling
\nor just looking, with mild dissaproval,
\nat this fool, who dreams of your hair. <\/p>\n

 
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\n\u0421\u043f\u043e\u043a\u043e\u0439\u043d\u043e\u0439 \u043d\u043e\u0447\u0438 (Spakoynay nochi)<\/strong> <\/p>\nhttps:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/spakoynay-nochi.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

 
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SUBWAY (WE CALL IT UNDERGROUND<\/em>)<\/strong><\/p>\n

The tunnel swallowed you too quickly.
\nFar too many things remained unsaid,
\nand words – important words – unuttered. <\/p>\n

Suddenly, they all had seemed so urgent,
\nscreaming for immediate declaration! <\/p>\n

Now – you gone away – there is no hurry,
\nfor I shall have, if nothing, many days,
\nto say all the things I did not dare to. <\/p>\n

(But maybe my days will be short, yes,
\nmaybe my days will be short…)<\/p>\n

 
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Copyright \u00a9 2010-2014 Guido Comin PoetaMatus\u00e8l – Belluno, Italy. All rights reserved.<\/span><\/p>\n

 
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    THE PENCIL SHARPENER “Boston, Mass.” Or, at least, thereabouts… Find it strange that this rusty contraption should remind me of you, where you are? It was easier for you, who were leaving (you said it yourself weeks ago), than for us, who were staying, once more. You, returning to Richard, your country, to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-3412","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3412","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3412"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3412\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3412"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}