It’s not just twins, identical, who feel this way. . .
". . . in the quietest corner / of the Jardin du Luxembourg. . ."
"And through its stems the creatures/track their errands"
A snapshot of Kosovo.
“The adulteress” and “The H Man”.
He made his name / From being bulletproof.
And will we recognise the place when we get there. . . ?
The new Penguin Book of Russian Poetry has surprises to offer.
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