Da zdrastvouye sotzialisticheskaya revolyutziya...or something about like that... All those case endings, armored trains. Trotsky in the snow--Siberia, sometime in winter, maybe 1919. At the end of a long season, just before Passover...today, that is, a possibility, again, this becoming. To Tom, esta manana: Clifford Still, the new museum in Denver, to be devoted solely to his work. "Like Robinson Jeffers, but without the poems..."
That's not the right note. Wander rather into sweetness--touch and accomodation. The bird is on the branch--his eyes are on the sparrow...
Calypso....
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