Publisher nice! In this book
I have a new sense of surrender,
I am learning to comprehend each MiG
Commune rampant Russia.
Let lot ineptly
Whispered pencil paper,
Soul awake hoarsely sang,
Not understanding our holiday.
But you have the vision of the poet
Not read it in the letters, and the other,
What's in the country, where the power of the Soviets,
Do not write the old language.
AND, examining the experience courageous,
I will not betray mockery,–
Just because so clumsily
Whispered pencil paper.