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Terry Gillmore

Woman Day
Saint Petersburg, March 8, 1999

'Solnichna' - the sun loses the cloak of thiefdom.
Like love, the sun endures and this ruined city,
this tired rose, shows herself as if at first blush,
the ugly flats bloom like a woman unhidden.

For a short time the city loses its violent edges.
Young women run, blood thawing into laughter
But old crones remain in the 'St Nikolai's' shade -
Begging, crowing, scavenging, existing … blessing.

The iced Neva turns pink, the Italian sun strikes sienna,
Heart and soul soften in this pained evening - 'rosa'.

January 1999

sparrows in the snow
find something to eat

we can find nothing to eat
in the Moscow snow