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⁣THOUGHTS FROM ISLAND IN THE RIVER, BELGRADE, September, 1958 | Forum

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Tanya Webster


We were on the island in the river,

not knowing--will we succeed in our goals?

sometimes trembling, eagerly, with a shiver.


Hot winds blowing across the fields,

with enthusiasm for our goals,

brigades of us--young souls,

cutting stalks of corn,

with leaves hiding us in protective shields,

our generation, unadorned.


While stalks were still green,

we pulled ears of the corn between,

throwing them in a wagon worn,

that went along with us,

...torn,

between eagerness to reach our goals, sworn.


Yellow and red leaves flying in whirlwinds,

eyes tearing up from happiness and desire,

clouds reaching higher and higher,

fall engulfing nature,

smoke here and there,

fall arrived, suddenly,

fall arrived, very early.



Tatjana Webster, St Petersburg, October 2010

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