What do I know about Russia?
Ten thousand kilometres
of isolation, cold, stillness and silence.
The dark sends people mad with mystical visions
where the end is too far
and the unknowable catches you unaware.
Wild poetry, feral, untamed by form and metre
is written on the pavement, in the snow
and in the water.
© Sandra Renew 2013
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